A Demo-Yankee, on a, Hostile Isle
Chased, wild marlins, and words, worthwhile
With a renegade, chanced, upon, a tryst
To find, who’s the greater, Alchemist!

“For my folks, I chase, a Socialist Dream
Now, that, B-A-T-I-S-T-A, is, no more
Two thoughts, we belong, two worlds, we redeem”
Castro, echoed, freedom’s metaphor!

In its, inertia, Ernest, found solace
From the madness, that was, America
To etch, on its soul, magnum opus
For the, literati, “Cuban Eureka”!

He left his, spent cigar, for him
Who humbly, kissed, that last bequest
That united, two pilgrims’, vim
Between, Ernest’s Quest, Castro’s Con-quest!

© 2022 Vikas Chandra