Missiles On Cuba Island
© Surazeus
2011 04 18
Midnight gloom of black rainless clouds
crouches, glaring over Washington Columbia,
capital city over United States of America,
as lightning flashes silent above White House
where President Kennedy in gloomy Oval Office
glares out clear window over our vast globe,
like crystal eye peering through future mist
to navigate ship of state past perilous rocks.
I grope blind through prickly political maze,
without benefit from thread of Ariadne,
to stand firm against violent brutal threats
with Sword of Justice, forged from star-stone
by King Arthur, shining light of great Camelot,
whose noble deeds, defending his homeland,
form template to guide my courageous acts
when Russian bear behind Iron Wall of fear
growls, baring nuclear missiles in sharp teeth.
When I first saw satellite photos of missiles,
planted in soil of Cuba by Russian Cossacks,
like safari hunters setting traps of sharp spikes
to impale lion of capital competition with spite
of jealous hatred for our complex way of life,
which values liberty and equal justice for all,
I saw clear evidence, printed in black and white,
exposing vile tricks to threaten our homeland,
in shock of rage at wicked outrageous gall
that Russian bear sneaks into our backyard.
What narrow path through hidden missiles,
like jagged rocks menacing our safe passage,
blanketed by innocent waves of sparkling light,
I must navigate to steer America to paradise
on white-sand shores of Cuba, once paradise
for vacationers and gangsters from cold north,
but now menacing paradise where sly snake
of greed hides, slithering in sweet Tree of Life,
poised ready to strike at our exposed throat.
O America, nation of people from every land,
sweet land of Liberty from sea to shining sea,
home of brave and free men with noble hearts,
and beautiful bold women with visions of love,
and children with innocent eyes full of hope,
land of democracy and equal justice for all,
constructed with grand cities of steel and brick,
fortress America whose borders are secure
yet open, welcoming poor and hungry and tired,
where persecuted people may come to build
new lives in American dream with opportunity
to earn wealth by honest labor of strong hands,
you are exposed to annihilation of hot death.
Nuclear missiles on Cuba Island, standing tall
as silver gleaming bullets of atomic annihilation,
aimed steaming to roar on heartless flames
this horrible hour at brink of shocked abyss,
could rain in one hour flames of apocalypse
from fierce wrath of blind heaven, and destroy
this paradise of freedom to pursue happiness
we love, in white obliterating flash of searing heat
blasting vast metropolitan mazes of mankind
to shuddering swirls of wailing bodiless ghosts.
How firm can I stand against nuclear missiles
shivering our hearts in October Caribbean Crisis
by waving Sword of Justice, but thin metal blade,
and zap a dozen titanic blades of atomic death
to prevent them from blasting cities of people
to dust while I huff and puff like a weary wolf,
threatening to blow down Iron Wall of defiance,
when little bald bear Khrushchev growls in rage,
pointing to nuclear missiles that we installed
in Galatian hills, where Jesus first established
seven churches against brutal swords of Rome
populated by slaves he freed from gold mines.
Freedom rings from my heart in cool defiance,
echoing hymns from purple mountain majesties,
to grip tight and confirm my soul in self-control,
true liberty in law of respect and balanced force,
by acknowledging error of judgment to hide
nuclear missiles in Turkey too close to Iron Wall,
reflected in their retaliation to hide sharp blades
of fear in missiles on Cuba Island for protection
against clear threat in strategic game of power.
How can I stake lives of innocent civilians,
one hundred eighty six million in United States
who live with hope like peasants toiling in fields,
two hundred eighteen million in Soviet Union
who live with fear like pawns on vast chessboards,
where premier and president play with pawns,
like cards we gamble for prize of moral authority,
exposing four hundred million people to fires
of scorching hell released at crack of doom?
Shall I wear gold mask of righteous liberty
to fight against tyranny of monolithic state,
which oppresses its people to control thought
by forcing all to mouth platitudes of ideology
rather than seek truth in democratic debate,
Eagle of America up against Bear of Russia
face to face, implacable enemies of steel resolve
throwing punches in boxing match of strength
to prove who is stronger with moral rectitude,
yet give no foot lest other stake a wasted mile,
and plant more nuclear missiles on Cuba Island?
Or, while standing strong with bold courage
in firm resolve, attempt to negotiate for peace
by offering to remove missiles from Galatia
in return for them removing missiles from Cuba,
by fair exchange of give and take on equal foot
to prevent atomic annihilation of all we love,
for would I sacrifice millions of human lives
to prove superiority of democratic justice,
yet recognize their act of aggression is fear
disguised behind growls of nuclear missiles?
I miscalculated move in our chess game
of global domination for power of truth
when I continued plans of political fight,
organized by our previous administration,
to support invasion of Cuba by secret gangs,
funded by criminal gangsters of Chicago,
whose tricks helped me win close election,
as I returned favors, giving them free rein
to retake lush island of gambling paradise
by allowing them to land at Bay of Pigs
where exiles and spies got bogged in muck
and captured by loyal followers of Fidel
who fears I plan to invade that island again.
What divine angel of history was sent
from providence to protect Fidel Castro
who strides across that little island, bold
to preach on crowded plaza of revolution
as doves land on his shoulder in sunrays,
like Hercules swinging strong club of justice
to chase mafia gangsters of Chicago out,
whose greedy crimes against innocent folk
aroused wrath of justice against their heads,
and provided bearded Zeus right of truth
to establish communism in our back yard,
hissing as a wiley serpent in tree of paradise?
Standing, like Churchill firm against Hitler,
to prevent fascist oppression of our state,
I sent iron ships bristling powerful bombs
to blockade access to little island of rebels,
preventing Russian ships on glittering waves
from delivering more missiles of cruel threat,
yet I will call Khrushchev on our red telephone
with offer that we remove missiles from Galatia
in return for him evacuating missiles from Cuba
to ensure peace preserves vitality of Earth,
though we may shiver still in mutual cold war.
I stand tall, staring down into abyss of death,
and envision our world wasted by atomic fire,
great cities of steel and glass shattered by fear,
frail bones of millions of people bleached
and cracked in shimmering wasteland heat,
when all hopes and dreams of aching hearts
are blasted to nothing, and from nothing songs
of wordless wind howl over our democracy,
for what good is Liberty if every soul is dead?
We must back away from this bleak abyss
of bottomless terror that gapes flames of hell,
and shake hands in agreement to maintain
security through mutual assured destruction,
for if we go to war, hurling missiles in rage,
both sides will suffer catastrophic destruction,
and two great civilizations, that have grown
from strength of Caesar and love of Christ,
will blast our heavens into a bitter wasteland,
when we could share this globe in paradise.
Midnight gloom of black rainless clouds
dissipates over sprawling Washington Columbia,
and morning sunlight of illuminating dawn
beams down in gold rays above White House
where President Kennedy, in bright Oval Office,
gazes out clear window over our vast globe,
and sees shining path through future mist,
illuminated clear by liberty and justice for all,
to navigate ship of state past perilous rocks,
then dials red telephone to negotiate peace.
