POEM: Cold War Thawing in Caribbean Stile — Owed to Cuba

An
Speaking Latin
Builds a wall around an island
And like a 54 year old chide
So unbecoming
Fool groan
Wont a puerile of grate
After a long wile
Seeks counsel late
And all that
It takes
To get
Over throw
The towel in
Razing red flags
And daze gone buy
As sew frayed
Of hem us
Going south
Among nations
In compassed
By assembling freely
And recollecting those wanton amendments
To won’s original
Paying the bill of rights
Forward
Thinking
Equals
Begetting a pier
As its a boat
And plane simple
As refreshing allays
See cure
Regarding shared problems
Of their common
And selves determined

This poem goes out to of those who worked so many years to establish diplomatic relations between the United States of and .  The reopening of embassies after a 54 year hiatus is long overdue and a harbinger of more good things to come, such as the end of the embargo and a return of Guantanamo back to .  The U.S. in its long and twisted non-diplomatic road found itself isolated from all of the other nations in the western hemisphere.  Rather than isolating , the U.S. bullying of became a rallying cry for other nations to set rational diplomatic boundaries and conduct an intervention on the U.S., stubbornly addicted to knee-jerk anti-Cuban policies.  While opening relations resonates with the impulses of many Americans, it took the of such an intervention to get the U.S. to reform its ways.  Sensible international policies can only be achieved if there is some of among equally sovereign nations.  Thank you to the rest of the nations in the western hemisphere for providing needed feedback and boundaries to bring some sense and sanity to U.S. policy toward .  May the bring increasing and among the common of nations.

 

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