Cubans of all colours march in their millions;
In solidarity. They're truly one.
We in the West talk of people power,
Yet we will not allow it to flower.
We in the West drone on about 'freedom',
Yet we only access information
That the political elites allow.
We in the West always explain how
Making money is the main goal of life.
But other things can also raise our heights
What about justice and equality?
Without them democracy's a pipe dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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