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The guerrilla is like a poet Keen to the rustle of leaves The break of twigs The ripples of the river The smell of fire And the ashes of departure. The guerrilla is like a poet. He has merged with the trees The bushes and the rocks Ambiguous but precise Well-versed on the law of motion And master of myriad images. The guerrilla is like a poet. Enrhymed with nature The subtle rhytym of the greenery The inner silence, the outer innocence The steel tensile in-grace That ensnares the enemy. The guerrilla is like a poet. He moves with the green brown multitude In bush burning with red flowers That crown and hearten all Swarming the terrain as a flood Marching at last against the stronghold. An endless movement of strength Behold the protracted theme: The people’s epic, the people’s war. —Joma Sison
Posted on: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 22:12:44 +0000

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