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Dr. Manuel Artime Bueza
Civilian Leader of the Bay of Pigs Invasion
WAR MARCHES AND PRISON SONGS
INTRODUCTION
This is a book that I wrote on the bare and moldy
walls of the jail in which I was incarcerated.
It
is a book of poems.

ach and every one of them has special meaning for those
who lived the tragedy of the communist prisons.
Some of these poems were written in moments of profound
significance. One
of them, "THE PRAYER ON THE EVE," I wrote on the day that
I was informed of
my death sentence. Almost all of these poems had
been committed to memory by me and some of my comrades
during our incarceration and from these memories the poems
were written once we were freed.
My
poems have little literary value. But they have great
human value; the value of suffering.
For
this reason this book is sometimes sad, often melancholic,
in certain occasions ironic and possibly, in some of the
stanzas, one may discovered traces of healthy emotion
escaping from those who have suffered much. But this is
not a desperate book because its verses vibrate with hope
or with Christian acceptance. The suffering written in
these stanzas do not all belong to me, only some.
And sometimes I asked myself at what point the
tragedy and tears stopped being mine and became those
of my brothers in prison; after all in the end, these
poems are no more than a pale reflection of the great
tragedy that befell us all: the enslavement of Cuba.
Why have I published these verses?

o make known the heroism of some of the thousands of martyrs
who have written a piece of history with their blood.
To keep alive the ideals, suffering, agony and concerns
of a group of prisoners who passionately loved an idea.
The freedom of their homeland. To make us aware that a
lost battle is but one painful incident in the long and
difficult road that will ultimately lead us to the glory
of a free homeland or the tranquility of a dignified death.
What
do I hope to obtain from this book?
A better understanding of the Cuban tragedy and the
heroic behavior of the Assault Brigade 2506.
A spiritual affinity of those of us that were freed
with those that are still left behind suffering a slow
agony in the communist dungeons. Or who knowsƒmaybe my poems will tug at the heart of an honest Cuban whose
eyes will overflow with rage or maybe they will cause
slow tears to slide down the rosy cheeks of a beautiful
Cuban woman.
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