EL COMANDANTE SILVA


His name conveys
A melody
A way to play a tune

Using air and
Soft tissue

Wind instruments!

One would think
He has music
In his veins

His secretary
Said he was not in
Not there

It was surprising to witness
How fast he got back
Perhaps he appeared
As an act of magic

Or maybe he
Is gifted with ubiquity
And can materialize
In different places
At the same time

A true artist!

I thought perhaps
We had the right man
A man that could help
The cause
Of Godliness
Of cleanliness

We are still waiting
To witness
The musical aid

So far there’s
No melody
Our hopes
Are on standby