"Three untitled poems for August"

"Three untitled poems for August"

Looking at their names in the walls brings mixed memories

As their precious lives all contributed about

If not recalling their laughter, sorrow, and various pleasantries

Lives everything for the cause they brought

Their smiles did cheer their colleagues

So are the sorrows as they left

Battling the evils as hell broke loose

By any means as they could get

Their lives how precious one would see

Quite worrisome as one could say

Especially in their battles sometimes comes the pain

Be it in heat or in the middle of the rain

Their bodies would say weary those times
Yet trying to be strong like their casue
In braving the challenges now and then
Regarless of the consequences coming when

And if they captured comes sorts of things

Horrible especially to those who're just

End exhausted one after another by the order 

Whose preachings trying to hid their rust

And with bodies buried in mud, or in stony burrows

Hidden, silent, no one knows where they are

If not surfaced, still accused, regardless of innocence

Yet still asserting justice all despite planted evidences

And if freed the reason would be those of illnesses

With the order assumes as merciful, trying to cover up their mess

While others died in their cells, neglected by the same state

Who again preaches various words, trying their rust they take

These and more quite lamenting, be it dead or living

Yet with all their valour brought it is worth appraising

After all, their life and limb the cause they keep carrying

As their voice blare out the songs, melodies of struggle bring

And regardless of these challenges, expect more to come
As if sun's rays casts the darkness in its break of dawn
Expect waves of actions, breakthroughs, offensives
Shattering walls brought by the order that's repressive

Thus, as you remember these people, and their worthy lives

Take inspiration for they're fellow folks

No matter they're all none, they think, fight, and die

For land, bread, freedom, justice their cry lie

Once again the shaken earth
summons us comrades,
Under the forests of this Homeland;
That if everything trembles in this world,
Let's assert our struggle.

Come with me beloved,
let's walk the roads together
preaching the Revolution;
arm by arm carrying the weapon
resisting while forging a new nation

As the high mountain to the widest plains
Struggle goes like sunrise
Whose sunrays meant bringing light to darkness
To exorcise the enemy that's threatening

We will bring back virtue to every hearth
As fire and brimstone shook ever present hell
Trying to take back the future
From the order whose present is an ever-continuing past

And when this country is a nation
of justice and peace,
The redeemed masses
follow our march with red flags and lit torches,
illuminating their new freedom,
From pathways to highways
From villages to cities
All like the rays of the red dawn
marching towards Manila
And end raising the flag in Luneta
and talk about struggles the sea.

Leave me a hole in your ranks,
give me your step, your song,
your faith for us to win.

Spirits of the mountains, I avenge thee

As the trucks and backhoes burning

As the foes end perished in dirt roads

As their aggression paid with their blood

Just to defend your natural wonder

Inspired by your legend, myth, and lore

Means a call to arms like past yore

A call to defend your land, your people

A call to revolt to redeem through a prolonged struggle

The aggressors continued in its greedy path

No matter people tried to stop them

They will appease with crumbs, promise of paid labor

If not respond with the gun trying to shook them

It is unsurprising to call them "rebels"

Including those who taught them for their rights

For the order sees them as tourist materials

And their lands, a source for their exploitative wonder

Sounds like demanding for death if one defends heritage

Worse to hear a kin giving up their cherished claims

Quite lamenting like the past spirits over lands wanted by interests

Whose continuing past created traitors and victims

Contesting a cherished, precious land

And now as swords and spears paved way to guns

Seeing a struggle this time intensified

Intensified as theirs now along with kindred masses

Supporting their cause that's futile

We will create legends as in the past

As the aggressor fabricates their tales

Let their aggression be respond with aggression

And their police action with fierce resistance

The wisp of past spirits singing to me

As their action drives them to death

Boom! shooketh their convoys with IEDs

As the rattling of the M16s surprised the enemy

This action is a revenge for the kinsfolk

Not the tax been played by the enemy in the city

Their messages of course spreads with bitterness

As the offensives meant standing their way

The development aggression with occupying schools and villages

This time coupled with distorted messages

Blaming the concerned two and fro, 

calling for a witchhunt as they go

This ever continuing past of oppression for the order seems ongoing

So is the revolution of the kinsfolk, that's continuing

The thunder of the bombs is heard as the folk fights back

Trembling again the foe in their path

Their cruel cold hands reached its limits

As the victim's fears paved way to revenge

Blood flows in every dirt road, if not the forests

Waters the desire called freedom and justice

And the dead colleagues, with eyes gazed towards the skies

Lives becoming part of legends, in a land contested by