By George Tumaob Calaor
you have planted seeds of terror
that sprouted fear in the island
of my dreams turning the dreams
for my children the nights of nightmares
of their horrified future?
the sands that used to be so pure and white
the sands where I used to build castles of our lives
the sands that bridges me and my love ones across to the brighter sides of life
is now a captive of your greed and tyrant device
turning it into an embering grave of my love ones dreams!
guarded by the dogs of your howling scheme!
so proud and unashamed!
but don’t ye for you cannot hold the anger of our tides
and winds shall whisper our weeping to the oceans and our broken pride
and ask the waves to surge our cause to the fullest of their heights
and swallow you like drifted wicked and fascist souls from the beach of our paradise
as freedom like sun rise of gold, on its victorious revolt, so equal shall rise!