Poems over a cup of Coffee: A celebration amidst struggle

Poems over a cup of Coffee: A celebration amidst struggle

"A Toast"

May this nation thrive
The way people see the dawning of the day
That's God's blessing for all nations
Who long and work for every way
Whenever the sun shines
Hope strife stops, holds its sway
Let love prvail as all men free
Let no more foes but neighbours be!

Let green continue to lush
As the trees remain grow
That the rivers waters flowing
Passing one after another morrow
The fields so golden through the grain
Waiting to be reaped from time, again
Let love prvail as all men free
Let no more foes but neighbours be!

Our pasts may not be forgotten
The way scars remain o'er us
But the dawn of tomorrow comes hopes
Triumphs over death in this continuous was
Let's toast to life, for we must enjoy
Live life to the fullest, before this world destroy
Let love prvail as all men free
Let no more foes but neighbours be!

"Resist, Revolt"
(Inspired from a Nordic Spell)

As time worsens, fighters go weary.

As the nation endures its hardships meant destruction and death.

Great aggression, great annahilation, men die, wealth lost,
While the poor and destitute still being shunned.

Misery plagues despite 'progress', fear prevails despite 'hopes,

And the order, no remorse in its acts made war relentless

As their evil stir haunts the land
And the downtridden awaits thy command.

The horns been blared and gangsas been played
"Resist" is the call, "Revolt" is thy word
Let the order tremble by a myrad of phrases invoke
Let their cries become fire as candles becoming torches
Messages becoming swords, swords becoming bullets
Summoning past spirits in a continuing struggle
Standing in the crag, seeing the atrocities
Eulogies turned War cries as wolves howling oe'r the night

This battle will be holy, not just final

As realities becoming gates to this struggle

My words be based from their ages-old hatred

Ever invoked, ever heard, that the order tries to control

For in every atrocity comes their nightmares

A curse brought about by their actions

Pain that cannot be ease by cures
A song that entices the downtridden to join

Let the woods grow up on their corpses

Let them choke with all their lies

For soon Manila will be cleansed by flames

As the dawn breaks-with all its glistening rays

Reminiscent of the homily-that christ will set the world on fire
That every building becomes a pyre

The order cannot calm down as the sound grow stronger

Stronger like the current from Sierra Madre to Pasig River

"Out of the depths"

Out of the depths
You cried o beloved country
As you feel your despair
In an unending infamy

As demons riding over us
Setting fires on our homes
Of cradles becoming graves
Hunger, thirst prolonged

The ideal, the dream
End as papers thrown to the sea
As the nation now in the order's knees
Change is coming- to hell we bound is

Innocents sacrificed in blood
In the name of "peace"
Of planted evidences
And a distortion of decrees

Expect blamegames and threats
Of witchhunts being set upon
Regardless of your innocence
Their messages invoked blood sacrifices

Of farms still in greedy hands
Of short contracts enforced till end
Words like stability, freedom is meaningless
Why not take them from their soiled hands?

The once being comes to nothingness
Comes a call to make demands
The order thought they are all meaningless
Delusional, trying to break from the continuing past

Prepare the papers and the mimeographs
Turn ever leave into a weapon
Let the message be passed to others
Lets end the era of delusion:

"Let your people awake
And wait for the call
Hear the blaring horn
We will break the gates of hell"