Right now, in the city where I was born

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, thousands are gathered at the feet of a false prophet.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, a false prophet waxes nostalgic, heralding false victories.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, truth is slain and human dignity is vacant.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, there are people who can see who remain blind.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, there are people who can hear but cannot listen.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, there are voices who can speak only someone else’s thoughts.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, the beatings my father took are forgotten.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, there are family graves unattended of loved ones I’ll never meet.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, there are no more Bayamesas.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, all manner of history is refuted.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, liberty is a stranger.

Right now, in the city where I was born but have never seen, Bayamo, the death of the Cuban soul continues.

To be buried alongside Tia Amanda, who carried those eyes above and whose only wish upon her death was to be sung La Bayamesa.

In the city where I was born but will never truly see.

11 thoughts on “Right now, in the city where I was born”

  1. Hoy que mi pueblo vive ilusionado
    yo me siento inspirado y un son estoy cantando
    anunciandole a todos mis hermanos
    que nuestro día ya viene llegando!

  2. I always wanted the Cuban people to rise up and liberate themselves. Why can’t the thousands made to listen to Castro just rush the stage and kill him? Its because the security apparatus is so big in a communist nation that it is impossible.

  3. Makes me think of this verse from Marti:

    ¡Yo pienso cuando me alegro
    Como un escolar sencillo,
    En el canario amarillo,
    Que tiene el ojo tan negro!
    ¡Yo quiero, cuando me muera
    Sin patria, pero sin amo,
    Tener en mi losa un ramo
    De flores, y una bandera!

  4. @mandingo

    it happened in Romania… it can happen in Cuba.
    Could be just a little thing, a sign of weakness, and it can be all over.

    Or rivers of blood. Unfortunately they could also happen.

  5. “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots & tyrants.” –Thomas Jefferson

  6. Not to oversimplify the issue, but in the movie/cartoon “Bug’s Life” the killer grasshoppers plagued the ants. The ants by themsleves were no match, but as a whole defeated them. In a sense this is the case in Cuba. As individuals they are no match as a whole they could rise even without arms. The issue is getting someone to be first.

  7. Val, the most repugnant thing is Bayamo being located in the “new” province of Granma. That is the very first thing that needs to change, the name of the province. I’ve just realized that we are both “palestinos.”

  8. Hey just wait a minute I count three or don’t you allow montunos into the club

    Larry Daley Garcia-I~niguez Enamorado

  9. Los ojos de la bayamesa lo dicen todo:
    Oscuros como la noche,
    Y radiantes como una estrella,
    Todo a la misma vez

    Un misterio inconcevible
    Y todo lo que es verdad
    Se encuentran en su brillo
    Y se envuelven en su oscuridad

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