Cuban Nights
Music drifts down into the dim allies
A rhythm tune coming from every home.
Filled with the laughter of broken voices.
Like waves rollicking with the sound.
Cuban nights syncopating by stressing.
The familiar routine of daily existence,
Mystique meaning sharing in the living.
Parts of history claiming its presence.
The people are dying by politics defying.
All rights of humanity in the land to have.
A new religion of freedom underlying.
How Socialism and democracy can save.
More than having music and laughter.
To take their prayers to the higher rafter.
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