oh oh castro

they televised your trial, you grew as viewers knew
locked you up, then to mexico you go
batiste, the capitaliste
trekked to the mighty mexican mountains
and nipped at the buds of revolution
but the weed of want is strong
and mud ate the machines of war.

if john glenn wayne
gleaned a skyburst
and waned with the moon
you’d be to blame

oh star spangled country
why did we try
to spray LSD on this guy?
or powder the mans feet
to make his beard retreat?
then it didn’t work when
they poisoned smokes and pens

so throw the proof away, CIA
and let Fidel be true today
the doves came to his shoulders
and they are here to stay