We are multitudes the world over, millions everywhere;
in violent factories, sordid tenements, crowded cities;
in skies and seas and rivers, in lands everywhere…
Tag: Poetry
Open letters to Filipino artists
We are nameless and all names are ours.
To the fascists we are the faceless enemy
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.
The man who loves me
My man in love
will not want to stereotype and standardize me
he will give me air, space
nourishment to grow and improve
like a revolution
The guerrilla is like a poet
The guerilla is like a poet
keen to the rustle of leaves
We draw the line with red
We have come to draw the line with red.
Tell him how
tell him how
he takes your breath away.
a life on fire 