Mayu Day -- lest we forget, why, how, who and world-wide

MICHAEL GROVER /THIRD IN A SERIES IS OF 3/

AND BY KNOW MEANS HIS FIRST

Fidel

Fidel walking way
Not as a champion,
Not as a martyr,
As an old man
Beaten down
From fighting for years
american imperialism,
The yankee embargos
starving his people.

Here lays proof
Revolution can happen
Power taken
From the point of a gun.

Here lays proof
Power corrupts,
And absolute power
corrupts absolutely.

Here laid shelter
For displaced Poets
Of south america
For american exiles
Like Assata.

Who knows
What the future holds.
I just hope that yankee bastard
Uncle Sam
Don't get his hands around it's throat
And squeeze it for all it's worth.
Commercializing
Everything in sight.

Let's hope the fence of Guantanimo
Does not stretch around the island
Making it all
A prison.

Ninety miles away
From my florida homeland.
Ninety miles of blue ocean.
I have never seen it.
My friends that returned said
It is an island of prostitution and corruption.
To that I say
We're not that different.

I hear that great
Blueblooded king
Talking about wanting fair elections
When do we get ours George?