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  Martin Marriott  
   
 
     
     

Viva!!

There's Cuban doctors fanning out, across the Americas
Bringing their love of medicine, their medicine of love

Tens of thousands spreading out, across the Americas.

You won't read it in the Times, or see it on TV
The rich don't like that kind of news, but if it was up to me

I'd make a million fliers, and give them out for free
There's Cuban doctors flying in, and they're making history.

From Haiti to the Southern Cone, and many posts between
They organise their lives around the people most in need

The countryside and barrios, where no-one has a dime
And of course the bourgouis doctors simply don't have time

To live in workers' districts, and work for years for free
They say health-care's for profit, but the Cubans don't agree.

They used to say that Cuba swam in a sea of Russian money
But that was many years ago, and to the rich it isn't funny

For it seems sometimes where e'er they go, & workers resist attacks
It's like staring in the mirror - there's a Cuban staring back!

Way back in '61 they helped Algeria defeat the French
And ever since that time they've been in the global trench

When the Apartheid racist army occupied Angola
300,000 Cubans went to meet them there as soldiers

And when the racist army turned on it's heel and ran
It was referred to in the media as 'South Africa's Vietnam'

And Cuba was the first country that Nelson Mandela praised
For supporting the people's struggle since the earliest of days

It was on a platform with Mandela, that Fidel Castro said
"Many took gold from Africa, all we brought home were our dead."

As Che Guevara stated, and it fits the Cuban doctors like a glove
"A true revolutionary is guided by a great sense of love."

There's a bill-board in Havana, and I've seen it with my eyes
You can't really miss it, it's about a hundred foot high

And this bright & breezy bill-board, what it says is true
It says, "Mister Imperialists, we are not afraid of you."

Mister Imperialists, we are not afraid of you.
We are not afraid of you.

Mister Imperialists, we are not afraid of you.

     
     
     
 
   
     
 
 
       
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