AN ECHO FROM THE WILDERNESS
No, I cannot be silent
as long as there are barbedwires
that dominate our landscape.
No, I will not be silent
as long as those who till
are alienated from the land
and those who labor
are strangers to the fruit of their toil.
No, I will never rest
as long as there are
lords and empires
who control our nation and our hearts
No, I cannot rest
as long as the criminals
are still at large
and continue to sit in their offices.
No, I will never stop
as long as the spiral of death continues
and is glorified as the only way
while widows and orphans
My voice will continue to echo
the cries of the afflicted
until this land ceases to be a howling wilderness
and turns into the promised land.
Then I will sing a new song.
when the battlefields will become
farms owned by those who till them,
when the military bases and camps will become
factories owned and managed by those who work,
when the tanks will become bulldozers,
when the torture chambers and detention camps
will be turned into museums and zoos.
when the military intelligence and the army will be
abolished and turned into batallions of
teachers, workers and farmers,
when Malacanang and congress will become
the house of the people's true representatives
and not of the representatives of the landlords,
capitalists and the multinational corporations,
when trees will grow in the brown mountains
and crops will be harvested in the desert,
when the rivers and seas will be full of fish
instead of toxic wastes and bloated corpses,
when children can play and old people dance,
when people will live as community of friends and brothers
and sisters instead of enemies or competitors,
when fiestas will be celebrated more often
and the only explosions heard
will come from firecrackers,
when we can proclaim, live and celebrate the gospel
without being branded and hunted as subversives
and there will be more tears of joy
instead of tears of grief.
We will sing a new song
when the kingdom truly becomes a reality.