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3 Days.

In a day money went from useful to zero
It hung in their pants like worthless dinero  
Cause when they went to spend their cash  
They found Fidel's cronies singing  
'Use it to wipe your ass'    
   
In three days, all that made their lives  
Saw borders shut down, no planes in sight  
Under a new order made of rations and greed  
Pounding in,  
"Worship your new leader, your new creed"    
   
Three days, all who knew gathered what they could pack  
Three days or they'd be stuck with no way back    
   
He was lucky  
He whom turned to the Jew a year before  
Saw him transferring money to a bank offshore  
Only the sharp ones got away to a new land  
But hey    
This is not the story for this promised land, babe    
   
Ironic that toilet paper is such a needed thing  
Compound it with the surplus one has in a savings    
   
Haha    
   
As history is headed solely by hand of the victors  
I imagine this history will have a new hitler  
We will stand an immortal joke in the hands of every childrens book  
Trapped    
Alone  
Bore-dered by hangers standing afoot    
   
Citizens held by a bubble made by their own propulsion  
Dishing blame on their neighbor in perpetual compulsion    
   
Cause truly  
The land with the biggest military  
Surely  
Would never turn these funded forces unto thee...    
   
None would ever think...  
"Me and my family  
Will be safe from tyranny  
... So long, I play"  
Yea  
You really don't want to see results from that decision any day    
   
(What would you do, come, tell the truth)    
   
Cause one word against new Gods  
Would mean exhile    
Would it not?  
Would they line you to execute    
Or starve your family till they rot?    
   
I won't find out  
I feel I've seen this before  
Through stories  
Through lives  
I have lived before    
   
I may be crazy like grandpa    
Like those old Cuban men said  
Before they were imprisoned  
Now forgotten  
Long dead    
   
But I'd rather be crazy    
In Panama or spain  
Yeah  
I'd rather be free  
Than hope peace will remain.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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Author's Note
Most of this is family history and education. I'm not interested in a political debate. Either listen or keep on living as you were, I don't give a shitt what you think on the matter either way. I'll be one of two things: a crazy lady with a Swiss bank account in the US, or the one speaking Spanish watching the news miles away.
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