"Poems for February 25"
"The fools brought by Duterte"
The fools brought by Duterte,
All converge in Mendiola,
They claim they are for freedom,
What freedom? as I think of.
Is it freedom for the workers-or the bankers?
and Liberty for the peasants-or the gangsters?
Redemption of the masses- or the gamblers?
And various thoughts from the reaction,
Claiming to be "they're for a revolution".
Find strange their angst against the order,
When their idol swore to defend with,
The "oligarch" obviously meant the opposition,
Than its entirety as I see on.
Oligarchs like Lopez, Pangilinan, and Ayala,
How about men like Uy, Tan, or those from the mierda?
They claimed land reform as successful,
Then how about those from Lorenzo or Floirendo?
They even promised industries to revive,
Then how come Honda is to be closed? Where's Jacinto?
Their "protest" continues to linger,
No matter how few they are,
The rest just waited for the porridge,
As the truck called "Duterte's kitchen" is coming for them.
The porridge is already prepared,
No matter how bland the taste would be,
The important is "no one will leave hungry",
Just make sure they support their Duterte.
On the other hand their rival marches,
All way from Plaza Bonifacio,
They are stubborn as been called,
As one of them spray paints calls from the center isle.
They are a mass of stubborn folks,
Waving their bright red flags,
Fist upraised as they chant their calls,
Such as ousting the orderist idol.
And carrying their effigies,
Featuring cursed versions of their idols,
Followed by agitating speeches,
Whose facts really pointed anger.
The effigies will then dowsed with gasoline,
As the music of protest been played overhearing the other,
Finally being burned into ashes and nothingness,
Reflecting the people's fervor.
The supporters of course,
Gone triggered by their opposing call,
Claiming they are paid hacks,
And barraging them with false news and all.
But this doesn't stop from seeing them gone few,
As their food trucks left,
Seeing the rest leave two and fro,
Satisfied with the porridge and a 500 Peso,
But having principles? I don't know.
"For the new Filipina"
Fist uprised the new Filipina,
Towards the horizon, to the light,
On paths pointing to the struggle,
Feet on the ground and facing the sky.
Affirming to the promise of freedom,
A new life meant to be won,
Defying the order, of its "traditions",
Revolting against their "modernity" and its delusions.
She will plough the warm soil,
And sow with new seeds,
Water, wait, and reap its fruits,
Create a new world, all born of hope and pain.
Let the rottenness be into nothingness,
As taking arms against the wretched,
For she care about the future coming,
For had enough of eternal yesterday!
For "Change is coming" found out to be nothing,
And that the "new society" is but infamy,
The "strong republic" is obviously weak in its foundations,
And the "straight path" turns out to be crooked.
Had enough for those bullshits,
Let these vanish into nothingness!
For the Filipina, had enough of enforced beauty and grace,
Wants to write the word WOMAN anew.
The WOMAN like Tandang Sora,
of Trinidad Pecson, Salud, and Gabriela,
Ditching the crown and sash for the beret and the firearm,
And joining the rest fighting that is, for a world to come.
And from her fight lies the peace.
A Farewell to Manila
(Inspired from the First Quarter Storm)
Farewell my Manila,
Farewell that bustling city of youth,
For the order is searching for us concerned,
Had enough of hiding from the thugs and wolves.
Comrades are leaving,
And thus called me,
As they set off to the countryside,
Hoping to return in your heart.
For it its you who exploited like the workers,
And you binded like criminals,
But with your heritage, your ideals,
Like flames all burning in one's heart.
Worth admiring your modernity,
With all the glass and steel monstrosity,
But what keeps me worry,
Is the rottness behind thy glory.
Farewell, my Manila,
But my friends will remain with you,
They'll try to seek truth from facts,
This is the revenge that we ask of you.
Against those who drive us away,
With all their infamous lies,
But soon the wretched order be damned,
As actions will stir them out bye.
Today the order's gone crazed,
For been searching us through,
Colleagues going from town to town,
Hill to hill fighting against the wretched foe.
Promoting peace amongst the masses,
And war against the fascists,
Solidarity amongst the concerned peoples,
Rage towards the order and its sheeples.
Manila, your order makes the people someone else's slaves,
As your heritage end offended,
As if insulted the forefathers,
Like Dimasalang and Plaridel.
Farewell my Manila,
Farewell my friends,
Farewell my cherished city,
For the clarion of battle calls.
We will meet again as freedom takes its place.
"Ambush"
I don't know what they looked like,
I don't even know their names,
But I know when they come, they greet,
Find them friendly as they meet;
However I remember the news overhearing,
These same people who are kept on waiting,
For a convoy of thugs that's approaching,
In the dirt road almost near the village coming;
There are trucks, an armored car,
Full of men and guns all going to war,
But for the one waiting nevermind the fear,
As the guns ready to fire at them,
If not the bomb ready to kill.
The convoy is fast approaching,
Not knowing there's a bomb hiding,
In the dirt road ready for the detonating;
The armored car followeth first,
Then army trucks following,
But as the first truck approaches,
So was the trigger presses;
Boom! Came the truck exploding,
And the air was lit by the torch of people fighting.
The men end in disarray as their colleagues suffering,
As their convoy end in the ambuscade they're approaching,
The clarion resound as their foe began shooting,
Against the unprepared and disorganised thugs struggling;
I don't know what happened, and why they took the decision,
Perhaps coming from an old rage, from nameless generations,
that cried out for vengeance, hardened their hearts,
Willing to resist against the foes that taketh their communities apart.
The ambush was their battle.
The battle was so intense,
That the enemy failed to counter their fires,
The armored car tried to steer back but failed to support their colleagues,
Instead trying to collect the wounded and dead from the site;
The smell of burning flesh amongst the dead,
Made the men can't withstand and wanting to retreat,
The resistance kept on firing until the foe left out,
Leaving a few of their men, their guns,
Tending the remaining wounded, seeing the goodness they failed to see.
But despite the fight they still come and go to the community,
And they still bear the same smile in their faces,
For the masses sees them as saviours no matter the action taken,
"Better than before they came" as one folk says often;
They find them better than the thugs that once came over,
With one of them stole a chicken and raped, killed a maiden by the other,
These tales filled the rage as they wished to see a red fighter,
To punish these thugs and bandits behind the carnage and slaughter.