Agbannawag, panagbanatabat iti daya, panagtataraok dagiti manok.


Thursday, January 12, 2006

To our lost country

Take me for my word:
We are homeless in our

It disowns us in ignorance
We flee across the waves
To the savage wilds
Of foreign hearts whose beatings
We have learned to call
Our own.

We flee across the clouds
Because we ingest the stroke
Of hunger on our stomach
Because we grind the sands
Of hardships and boil them

We flee, we fly to land
Which knows how to nurture
The body in gaseous pains
What about our country then?

Accuse us of no love
No rooted caring
Our roots is the sense of fullness
The sense of sleep
Without begging the dawn
A porridge of cold mercy.

We are rootless
Because our country is ruthless
In this city the land
Where we have merged
With the powers of the rainbow,
We weep as we write letters
To our lost country.


Post a Comment

<< Home