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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.