"Oh, Com' on! Enjoy your family, your grandchildren your life, here in the states. Let the Cubans in Cuba fight their own fight." Well, here's my answer.
I Will Speak by Amarilys Gacio Rassler
Why
make a fuss?
You’re
here now in U.S.A.
Safe
and sound,
On
freedom’s ground.
Isn’t
that good enough?
Why
stir the pot?
Let
bygones be bygones.
And
the young take up the cause.
Close
your lips, bend your head,
Join
that majority instead.
Look
at the money we will get!
Now is the time to forget.
I
will speak!
For
their voices
Call
to me,
Of
those buried
In
the sea,
Of
those shot
Without
trials …
Cruelty,
injustices and
Hearts
filled with guile
Still
in Cuba, for me to accept?
To
join the multitude that swims
In
their ocean of denial?
No.
I will speak!
Until
my breath runs out
I
will scream, I will shout,
Though
my hope sometimes in drought,
I will rise to
Be
watered by the One
Who
assigned this truth
From
where I stand,
To
fight,
For
an imprisoned land,
No! I will speak!
"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute."
Proverbs 31: 8 (NIV)
Picture of Rafter by Tony Mendoza, from book, Cuban-American, Dancing On The Hyphen.
