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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Armando Valladares didn't absorb Marxist thought So for 22 years, another lesson he was taught. Cuban dungeons are no picnic, surviving there is hard He heard prisoners shot close by in the courtyard Valladares prayed, wrote poems from that lair He didn't ask God to get him out of there He asked for the strength to resist, not to hate I'm not much for preaching, but I admire strength that great. (chorus) Dungeons under the dance floor Turn up the band, don't think anymore Waltz with a legend, under a blinding light Victims out of mind, keep them out of sight. There was torture in that jail, politicals were hated There was a plan to blow up inmates if Americans invaded Western fools believed a legend clean and fair wore Che's face on T-shirts, liked the romantic flair. So while celebrities made their Castro calls. Some nasty sadism was going on behind prison walls Isolation, subhuman conditions, and mutilation Gratuitous cruelty in this model Marxist nation. Criminals were treated better than political inmates The regime may not like thieves, but it hates debates. One Swede told Armando's wife that Cuba was not heaven But admitting this was true would give USA a weapon. Valladares made it out, but wants us to condemn The fate of those who won't be heard from again We walk in the sunlit air, where free birds sing But behind Cuban prison walls, evil is the king
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