NARITO KA SA KILUSAN DAHIL...
ni Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.
16 na pantig bawat taludtod
pumasok ka sa kilusan / di dahil galit sa mundo
kundi dahil sa sistemang / dahilan nitong siphayo
narito ka sa kilusan / dahil nais mong mabuo
ang isang bagong sistemang / inalayan mo ng dugo
pumasok ka sa kilusan / dahil ikaw'y nalulugod
na ipagtanggol ang masa / isyu nila'y itaguyod
narito ka sa kilusan / dahil nais mong maglingkod
sa obrero't maitaas / ang karampot nilang sahod
pumasok ka sa kilusan / upang masa'y paglingkuran
at hindi upang layuan / ang mga pananagutan
nasa kilusan ka upang / pag-aralan ang lipunan
at sumama sa obrero / sa pamumuno sa bayan
pumasok ka sa kilusan / hindi upang problema mo
ay iyong makalimutan / hoy, isang kilusan ito
nasa kilusan kang puno / ng hirap at sakripisyo
habang tinataguyod mo'y / kaisipang sosyalismo
hindi ka nasa kilusan / upang tumunga-tunganga
at magbilang lang ng poste / sa harapan nitong madla
narito ka sa kilusang / umaagapay sa dukha
kumikilalang masugid / sa hukbong mapagpalaya
narito ka sa kilusan / upang ialay ang buhay
para sa prinsipyong tangan / nang wala kang hinihintay
na kapalit, maliban sa / inaasam na tagumpay
kamtin ang isang lipunang / sadyang makataong tunay
Huwebes, Pebrero 20, 2014
My pen is my sword
MY PEN IS MY SWORD
by Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.
they thought I'm just an activist, a writer, a poet
that I'm wasting my time looking at the ceiling
that I frequently went to rally lambasting the system
but I chose to be a poet, a writer, an activist
doing what I thought living my life to the fullest
choosing to give this life to the effort of fighting
for a principled cause to change this world
to have a life worth living for fellow human beings
I am a poet for the working class, for the proletarian
showing the system's foolishness thru meter and rhyme
dissent is my passion, decent is my word
living with a fruition, my pen is my sword
I eventually look at the ceiling to think and analyze
and the ceiling sometimes show where the matter lies
when will this moribund anti-people system die?
surely through the proletarian's hand the answer lie
reading books, journals, news and current events
is not my past time but a necessary time spent
the street is our arena of ideas and class war
and poetry is my armory that can be used in afar
my pen is my sword, writing poems in sweat and blood
in times of peace and goodwill, in sorrow and flood
yes, they may think I’m just a poet, a writer, an activist
but to be a man for others is what I'm doing best
by Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.
they thought I'm just an activist, a writer, a poet
that I'm wasting my time looking at the ceiling
that I frequently went to rally lambasting the system
but I chose to be a poet, a writer, an activist
doing what I thought living my life to the fullest
choosing to give this life to the effort of fighting
for a principled cause to change this world
to have a life worth living for fellow human beings
I am a poet for the working class, for the proletarian
showing the system's foolishness thru meter and rhyme
dissent is my passion, decent is my word
living with a fruition, my pen is my sword
I eventually look at the ceiling to think and analyze
and the ceiling sometimes show where the matter lies
when will this moribund anti-people system die?
surely through the proletarian's hand the answer lie
reading books, journals, news and current events
is not my past time but a necessary time spent
the street is our arena of ideas and class war
and poetry is my armory that can be used in afar
my pen is my sword, writing poems in sweat and blood
in times of peace and goodwill, in sorrow and flood
yes, they may think I’m just a poet, a writer, an activist
but to be a man for others is what I'm doing best
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