Old Glory Returns

The Cadillacs will morph into ugly Humvees,

people with hats won't smoke under trees.

The colonial arches will turn to gold,

and the meretricious new will replace the old.

Go to Floridita before the daquiris are gone!

Some will come home, andamos, Cabron!

Others come with them, the Yanqui and Gringo,

and Havana will change into Santo Domingo.

But there will be votes, instead of just goats.

in the main street of smaller towns,

where young mens' smiles will meet old mens' frowns.

They'll still catch fish from peeled-paint boats.

Cubanos Satos will dance in the street;

one man's poison is another man's meat.