Type ko nalang siguro haha.
Like The Molave (An Excerpt) by R. Zulueta da Costa
Not yet, Rizal, not yet. Sleep not in peace:
There are a thousand waters to be spanned;
There are a thousand mountains to be crosses;
There are a thousand crosses to be borne.
Our shoulders are not strong; our sinews are
Grown flaccid with dependence, smug with ease
Under another's wing.
Rest not in peace;
Not yet, Rizal, not yet. The land has need
Of young blood- and, what younger than your own,
Forever spilled in the great name of freedom,
The free?
Not you alone, Rizal.
O souls
And Spirits of the martyred brave, arise!
Arise and scoure the land! Shed once again
Your willing blood! Infuse the vibrant red
Into our thin anaemic veins; until
We pick up your Promethean tools and, strong,
Out of the depthless matrix of your faith
In us, and on the silent cliffs of freedom,
We carve for all time your marmoreal dream!
Until our people, seeing, are become
Like the molave, firm, resilient, staunch,
Rising on the hillside unafraid,
Strong in its own fibre; yes, like the molave!
Not yet, Rizal, not yet
The glory hour will come
Out of the silent dreaming,
From the seven-thousandfold silence
We shall emerge, saying: WE ARE FILIPINOS,
And no longer be ashamed.
Sleep not in peace.
The dream is not yet fully carved.
Hard the wood, but harder the blows.
Yet the molave will stand;
Yet the molave monument will rise,
And the gods walk on brown legs.
