And now for poorly written poem..

Cuba

Days are hot with a sea breeze

Nights are cool alive with sound

Music floats in the air

People wander everywhere

Laughter and smiles dance all around

Eating, drinking, life goes on

Defying a superpower for so long

Only a short ways away

Yet decades apart

Fear and loathing for so long

From inside their embassy they yawn

Trying to outlive an idea

But ideas never die

Viva La Revolución!

-Drew