God Bless Cuba
Cuba weeps.
And the world
observes in silence.
Suffering does not shout.
It endures.
United States,
power has been your language.
But power
is never permanent.
A nation may rise
on strength—
yet fall
by its excess.
The weak remember.
History remembers longer.
Sanctions tighten slowly.
Hunger moves quietly.
But both
leave marks
that time cannot erase.
You act today
as though authority
is eternal.
It is not.
Cruelty carries an end.
And every empire
meets its measure.
The world is watching.
Not with noise—
but with judgment.
Blood once spilled
does not disappear.
It returns
as memory,
as resistance,
as consequence.
Majorities shift.
Alliances fade.
Power changes hands
without warning.
What stands today
may kneel tomorrow.
Remember this:
A ruler feared by many
must one day
face them all.
And when that hour comes,
no strength remains
without justice.
God sees.
History records.
And in the silence of suffering,
Cuba waits.
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