Cuba 1958
I remember it like the day before yesterday Cuba 1959. Batista,
the corrupt dictator, had fled, but this was revenge time and
many of his collaborators were rounded up and shot; and what
often happen in such occasions there were onlookers cheering
and having their bloodlust satiated.
There was one man, man wearing a panama hat in his left hands,
refusing to wear a blindfold or have his hands tied behind his back.
On top of some steps he stood against a white wall, ready, but
there was a hesitation; waved his hat to the weary executioners.
A volley of fire, blood trickled down the steps, deep red, rich.
They but the body in a coffin, but there was silence, one man’s
courage had shamed onlookers and soldiers into pensive silence.
The revolution didn’t matter anymore, but human dignity did…
Is this all, does nothing change have we just ended one dictator
with another one in the name of the people.
The news is out, who is doping up
I was very shocked it wasn't Batista
Matt Hardy and MVP, what a combo
They take away the tag team titles from Douche and Domino
All those wrestlers busted for steroids
Now they which doctors to avoid
John Cena won't have to watch his back
Because Randy Orton was taking the crap
Great Kali speaks in a language I call Orangutan
The doofis with him translates his slang
Chris Masters likes attacking the men from the rear
They announce the Silver Back is here
Hornswaggle is the Cruiser Weight Champ
This causes Jamie Noble menstrual cramps
Kane has cracked ribs from several attacks
The Stone Cold Stunner is now back
Rey Mysterio is back trying to make a statement
The billion dollar industry of Wrestling Entertainment
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