"New Poems for July"
Long oppressed, tormented
Long insulted, persecuted
And all because of a desire
A free homeland from a downtrodden people
We are robbed of lives and rights
From a leader who "cares about human lives"
Locked, shot, disappeared from sight
By the order who thinks all comes from might
And all because of getting concerned
And that concern becomes a fight for truth
Such as a freedom from a shackled slave
Or redemption by a nation in rage
The past lives on, that past of repression
The ever continuing threat, by the order and its delusion
But we won't be frightened, be it by their prison nor tyranny
We will fight back, we must awaken humanity
The continuing past of suffering slaves
The present danger of hunger and cold
This fear must stop if one wishes to create
A free homeland, a cherished world
From iron chains to shallow graves
Threats in various forms, all from a dictatorship guised as "democracy"
So strange that instead of freedom, a low intensity infamy
They only arrest or kill the body, but never its fighting spirit
That fighting spirit serves as a seed
A seed that's all to become an immortal flower
And that fighting spirit is a sweet smelling flower
Blossoming, rooting everywhere
It grows in every concerned being
It blooms to those who love the light
Its scent so sweet is the scent of justice
The drivel in this sacred fight
We had enough of shedding tears
Of enforced silence driven by fear
For time will bring new fighters
Willing to fight till this home breaks free!
The order bid me dance with you
Dancing despite the hidden pain
With faces portraying the sorrow hidden underneath the smile
In an event sponsored by the order even for awhile
Dancing with you while others amaze
Like the planets and stars in their celestial motion vibrate
Like Shiva whose drum meant to create
And the fire on the other destruction would be fate
The order enjoys as bid me and others to dance
Dancing as if no pain suffering happened in every glance
Moving despite growing numbers of deaths
Shaking despite rising suffering and pain
Bah! I had enough of this dancing for this doesn't flatten the curve
For the order use this pandemic situation
To heighten their wanton aggression!
"To Patricia"
Your presence makes this day so sweet
And with your embrace so warm as it seems
That made me thank the heavens as if prayers been granted
That after years of emptiness my heart is been filled
How lovable your are for all those years
Despite this world surrounded by fear
And that with the kindness, your love, your charm
Making I say how lovable you are! Hope god keep you from harm!
For your beautiful presence
there's nothing best in the world
Than your beautiful presence
So lovable that can miss you
Despite this world full of pain
Your all has brought joy like rain
Filling the emptiness in my heart from time and again
Sometimes I want to ask you
What made fate brought us here?
Was it the voices from our minds and hearts
Compelling us to meet despite our fear?
Quite weird at first would say
But as time goes by we understand
Making our friendliness truly matter
Sometimes our worries becomes sad or sinister
When time breaks us away
These becoming tests
Trying to keep firm or come what may
Through heat or rain
We struggle no matter the pain
Our love we tend like roses
Grow, bloom, hope we together again
And say oh! How happy this person who has
This gift from the heavens
This beautiful presence
My love!
"Let me wear the red beret my love"
Let me wear the red beret my love
Even in this time of irrelevance
Even in this time of forgetting
And even in this time of ceaseless moving.
This beret I wore has it's claim
Not for fame, but the memories I carry worth living
Just like the scenes from the past where life seemed simple
If not marred by the battles whose dreams be tainted by blood, joy, and sorrow.
You hear the shouts? The footsteps rising?
The fire in their chests boiling as their fighting songs been singing
All facing the order, one street to the other
The shout of their struggle cowering the dreaded master
Quite amazed at that time as I wore that red beret
As life like the scene in Dr. Zhivago as the actions
Be it facing the attack dogs to those of throwing stones
Countering one tyrant after another
And in the air seeing rising guns from uniformed goons
Trying to "control the situation" by cowering the growing mass of anger
All as if reminiscent of Les Miserables
As the people had enough of their enforced peace
They had enough of enforced sobriety
As the order tried to silence them
They are tired of silence wanting to vent rage
As they see one after another in pain
They had enough of recalling events of 87
Or of 09 and of succeeding years
As instead wishing to avenge those bloodied pasts
And their families, friends-turned-martyrs
Pardon that I recalled those times
But those times worth described as epic
As the cry of the homeland inspires us
To resist till proclaim to the world
As the Red Beret like the Liberty Cap
Whose colour meant redemption, if not resistance
A wittness to this continuing revolution
So again, let me wear the red beret my love
To fight back in this time of irrelevance
To resist in this time of forgetting
And to move forward as ceaselessly fighting