‘Pagkat sinindihan ito
ng walang katapusang pagpupugay
ng mga sinamahan mo sa dilim
sila ang hanging magpapaningas
ng iyong krusada’t simulain.
catching fireflies, gathering stardusts / washing own’s wings on cool moonrains / leading the cell to win the/ Revolution.
(Para kay Nelinda ‘Sr. Mary Francis’ Añover) BY RAYMUND B. VILLANUEVA Taym pers, hintay naman sana Sa dami ng maari nang mauna Bakit ito pang si Nelinda Ang inaya Mong maaga? Taym pers, nalimot Mo yata Ang dasal ng mga aba Ng katutubo’t magsasaka Si Francis ay makapiling pa? Ang madre ng kapwa bukid at…
Many years from now
we shall talk about the moon moving triumphantly
across a red sky;
we shall talk about the trees swaying
amidst red banners on the plaza we shall pass by
Hindi na namin dinig ang kalabugan
ng nag-uunahang daga sa dibdib.
Pag-ibig sa katarungan
ang itinitibok ng aming puso.
When your voice no longer bears the weight
of what you must say, then language must have gone away,
or forcibly buried underground,
silenced the fascist way.
A city’s peace / once more cracked, broken / by a heinous deed / against a barrister of a people’s rights.
Women artists of Sulong Likha, a member organization of the Dap-ayan ti Kultura iti Kordilyera presents a poem written by Luchie Maranan in solidarity with the celebration of the #WomensMonth.
Karapatan Secretary General Cristina Palabay performs Lilia Quindoza Santiago’s most unforgettable poem.
By BEN QUILLOY I You were in a mission To save lives With that malaria scare And to be sure that others are cured and healthy. We were like long lost friends Finding common friends Updating on stories And suddenly we clicked. Communicating through letters With words of wisdom and nationalist fervor Always filled with…
Pagkatapos ng unos
Ibubuhos ang tuos,
Malulubos ang kapos
Lalagasin ang lubos.