Awful though he might have been,
Jailing dissidents for years,
Executing some as in
China, stoking people’s fears,
Fidel Castro, nonetheless,
Did he match Beijing’s excess?
Chinese by the millions switched
Fields for factories far from home.
Suspect Shanghai dwellers hitched,
Burdened beasts to till the loam.
Hordes that Cuba never dreamed;
Mao counted them and beamed.
Still and all, we courted them,
Buyers, sellers, peers in trade.
Trade embargo? Er, ahem,
Just Havana we forbade.
Travel ban to Szechwan?
No, but yes to Quivicán.
Lots of this will change and soon,
Congress has as much said so,
Bans the like we must lampoon,
Tiptoeing through Mexico.
Never did I know why we
Had to feign who we might be.
Once I leave my country’s shore,
Who’s to say how I explore?
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