My Santiago

The Changing of the Guard

Young Cuban men and women, Barely out of their teens, Stand immobile, On guard, In front of Maria, Jose and Fidel; A symbolic presence, Honouring the intellectuals, The creators of the Revolution.

A bell chimes, Followed by sombre heart - stirring music, Signalling the new guard.

Young, immaculate, upright men and women, Bayoneted rifles on shoulders, Goose stepping in perfect unison!

Slow, steady and measured, They march to each tomb, Salute, And with dexterity, They change the guard!