From the heights of Sierra Maestra
Loaded with iron and warfare
The smoke of a cigar
Floats in the rarefied air
As a few good men and their friends
Drawn by a declaration and a dream
Believing in themselves and the rights
Of the tortured peasants on the plains
Descend with their guns and hope
Dying to liberate their universe
From a despot’s whims and signposts:
Slot machines, drugs, brothels, and pimps
And to try and freshly map
Under the shadow of Uncle Sam
A nation’s uncertain destiny.
Beautiful piece with deep meaning, an absorbing write that draws you back to read again
Thank you very much, Jimmy.
A laudatory piece deftly wrought with the author’s customary aplomb.
Thank you very much, Louis.
Poignant poem with vivid imagery
Thank you very much, Vatsala.