We believe that our struggle is for the establishment of a new means to the end which we seek: a more just and free society in Cuba. The following poems written by Andres Perez put into verse what we wish to put into practice.

The Last War

Andres Perez

No swords, no rifles, nor bombs

Our weapons are honor and dignity

Death is neither friend nor foe

Just a consequence of existence

Hatred is our greatest foe

A new type of war

No shields, no body armor

Just lights and cameras

Let the healing power of light

Burn away the lies

Then everything will be all right

Our guide is the Holy Trinity

We won't live in fear 'cause we walk with the Shepherd

Our cause is just. It is liberty

The war against hate is perhaps the last essential, definitive and legitimate war.

Jose Marti

Brothers Keeper

Andres Perez

Riding through the sky

Searching for another

Always asking why

Go through all the bother

In this "hopeless" search

For an unknown brother?

As they hear the warning

In the late mid-morning

Smoking flares of red passing by

We bid another brother goodbye

Flaming wreckage falls from the sky

As you keep asking why?

The answer is simple.

He is our brother.

Dedicated to Brothers to the Rescue, and to the rafters.

The following poem was inspired by the thought of Marti coming back to life in Castro's Cuba, and reacting to the "Revolution," and his "so-called authorship" of it.

Suffering Poet

Andres Perez

My dream shattered

My words twisted

My life misconstrued

Is there nothing they will not do?

Tyranny is the same in all its shapes

Even though this one claims me as its author.

I can feel my eyes watering

A tear gently travelling down my cheek

How my brothers suffer on this island

Liberty in chains; the stench of slavery reeks

Throughout my benighted land

All the battles, All the wars, All the dead...

What where they for?

Just for this nightmare ...

Did I die on my white horse?

Did I deny my children their father

My wife her husband...

All for nothing, but to be used as a tool

To enslave my brothers.

My tears are bitter.

My heart cries out...

Liberty or Death

One Last Mother's Day

Andres Perez

Stopped by the Great Naval Ship

Arms upstretched

Holding lives valued dear

Begging for mercy

The water cannons near

Eyes open wide

Arms begin to quiver

Tears well up

For they know what is next

Water rushing in

Strewing them over the deck

They hide the precious cargo down below

Safe from the water cannons

The Great Naval ship prepared to ram them

The maximum leader had demanded it

The ship ploughed through

The belly was ripped open

Young little bodies drifted around

killed in an instant by that Great Naval ship

Mothers howl and cry

Tears mix with blood

Their children have died

Sorrowful ladies

Led away in chains

To an uncertain fate

Yet one thing is sure

They are mothers no more.

Dedicated to the mothers and children butchered aboard the 13 de Marzo by the Castro regime on July 13, 1994.