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Siboloria 4
-Aliping Malaya-
22 Samantalang si Loria
May kalayaan sa pag-aasawa
23 Siya ay lumaki na
Mga magulang ay wala
24 Subalit ang anak ng amo
Sa kanya'y may lihim na gusto
25 Isang gabi nang matutulog na
May pumasok sa silid ni Loria
26 Siya'y tinangkang gahasain
Ng lalaking may pagtingin
27 Mapalad at si Loria'y nakadampot
Ng patalim na isinaksak sa salot
28 Nang gabing iyon siya'y nakatakas
Mula sa tinirhang pangahas.
-06/16/2012
*Gintong Lupa Series
Sa kanilang mga anino,
Kami’y kanilang itinago
Lagi kami ang sinusuyo
Na manatili lang sarado
Na dating walang pumapanig
Noong kami ay nalulupig
Ngunit ngayon, kami’y titindig
At sana’y kami ay marinig
At bakit naman kami matitinag?
Dahil ba kami ay babae lamang?
At bakit kami pa ang maduduwag,
Sa lupaing kami rin ang nag-silang?
Kailan pa nagging sukatan
Ang aming mga kasarian?
At ang taglay na kakayahan
Na ipagtanggol ang lipunan
Mag-dadamit, mag-hahayag ng malaya
May lakas ng loob at di nahihiya
Dahil di na nila kami madadaya
Sa pag-laban namin ng aming hustisya
Tatayo kami at titingala
Sa pag-tibay ng paniniwala
Ika’y babaeng dinadakila,
Na di na muling maalila.
PM, 2022
Galanokir, isang Daigdig ng hiwaga
Kung saan ay walang kalungkutan
Kapighatian at kahirapan
Walang masama, puro kabutihan
Daigdig na walang kakulangan at kalabisan
Lahat ay pantay pantay, sapat para sa lahat
Walang alinlangan, puro kasiguruhan
Walang karamdaman at kadiliman
Malaya ang bawat nilalang, walang sagabal
Lahat ay makakamtan, walang kabiguan
Walang digmaan, walang agawan
Walang kompetisyon, lahat ay tagumpay
Pag-ibig para sa lahat, bawat isa'y may kapareha
Walang magnanakaw at mandaraya
Walang sinungaling, lahat ay matapat
Kaya tayo na sa Daigdig ng Galanokir
Ibong masayang lumilipad
Ang tulad ng payapang bansa;
Walang dayuhang nang-aapi
Sa lahing tunay na malaya.
Ibong masayang lumilipad
At umaawit na may galak;
Dumadapo sa mga puno
At halamang namumulaklak.
Bansang wagas ang kalayaan
Ay kumakampay sa paglipad;
Patungo sa pagtatagumpay,
Sa pagsulong at sa pag-unlad.
Ngumingiti sa bawat huni
Ang ibong wala sa kulungan;
Na mababakas ang tiwala
Sa sarili at kakayahan.
Ang kalayaan ay katulad
Ng koronang iginagawad;
Totoong kay gandang pagmasdan,
Ibong masayang lumilipad.
Ang malayang bayan sa dulong Silangan
Ay tunay na napakapalad;
Inalis sa mga kuko ng mananakop,
Ang kagandahan ay walang katulad.
Ikalabindalawa ng Hunyo
Nang iproklama sa buong bansa;
Napawi ang usok ng labanan,
Tayo ngayon ay naging malaya.
Sa loob ng tatlong daang taon
Ay inalipin ng mga Kastilang dayuhan;
Sa pangunguna ni Emilio Aguinaldo,
Ang Pilipinas ay naging malayang bayan.
Limerick cochetés: Our great uhr-Father from Africa
Our great uhr-Father from Africa
Hallowed be Thy fame in high Valhalla
The Asian walk-about
Down backbone coccyx snout
Who didst Thou mate in Peninsula Malaya
To produce orangutan Malaysia
Did our great uhr-cousin Gorilla
Chimpanzee when in doubt
Precede Thy walk-about
Swinging from tree to tree to Australia
To judge by great life in Southeast Asia
Smoke-filled lungs from HAZE in Sumatra
Death penalty for tout
With drugs- Hell for khalwat*
Is there doubt who preceded whom from Africa
• khalwat: (a Muslim – all Malays - religious law)
According to which, no Malay may marry a non-Muslim nor be found in close proximity giving rise to suspicion of promiscuousness, law enforceable by religious courts whose officials are empowered to spy on offenders and report their activities to the relevant authorities
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Mabuti't inaari mong kalayaan
Ang namamayani sa mahal kong bayan!
Mabuti't iyo paring nalalasahan
Ang bunga ng pagkakabuwal ni Rizal!
Ngunit bamuti ba ‘yong nakikita?
Siguro nga ganap na tayong ‘timawa,
Subalit imulat mo ang mga mata
Pakpak nati'y hindi parin malaya!
Kung totoo't ganap ang kalayaan
Bakit basal ang isip ng karamihan?
Ang totoong nagaganap sa sambayanan
Ay batid lamang ng tiyak kong iilan.
Hindi tayo Malaya! Ito ang totoo;
Patuloy tayong tota ng ‘sang Estado!
Nakasandig parin sa kapangyarihan
Ng isang Amerikang mayama't marangal.
Tip the balance
If you tip the balance and bugger the score,
Like we’ve been doing a hundred years and more,
Billions of tree their life force gone,
Tree spirits like a billion pawns,
Cut down and burnt to ashes,
Indonesian skies were black,
From burning fires, mass smoke attack,
Malaysia disappeared into the fog,
The smoke from a burning billion logs,
Where the Orangataung, he dashes,
The Amazon trees in billions gone,
And drought comes now where it don’t belong,
But money greed is fierce and strong,
Forests gone, butchered by the greedy nong,
Once Feet of rain fell and there it belongs,
where now there are no splashes .:{
just eco system ashes….
Don Johnson
IT WAS THAT BAD A FEW YEARS BACK THAT MALAYA WAS COMPLETELY ENSHROUDED BY SMOKE FOR WEEKS....
for Thirugnanamoorthy
Remorseful, the noonday sun
Frizzles with the stealthy wind
Under the rubbery mountain green.
A calmness has come to rest
From having tossed in its sleep.
The forest has taken leave
Of the hunted horn and drum.
No more the tapper late of nap
Scurries to the haven of a nest.
No more the rattle whisper fades
To nothingness in a lonesome rest.
No more, no more, for the heavens
Sleep and all the troops sleep too.
The sinewy python stretched past
Clumsily the ragged rock and branch.
The Owl has called its reveille at last.
And the forest sleeps with the wind
Gently fanning some whisper closer
And closer, every wave, a venomous flick
Of a serpent, a kiss of rest.
(Letter describing the situation in Malaya and denouncing
treachery, written in 1952 to Thirugnanamoorthy who was banished
by a British magistrate to Ceylon in March 1952. The letter never
reached him.)
© T. Wignesan, Seremban, 1952. Pub. in Tracks of a Tramp : a
first collection of poems, 1951-1961. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore :
Rayirath Publications, 1961.
i call you dada
yes you are my sister
though we are not related
your attitude concerns me
and you don't seem to care
because that's what you are
dada,my sister
that's no way for an african beauty to behave
hanging around bars and pubs
waiting on men to buy you drinks
i call you dada
that's swahili
it means sister
dada,have you ever wondered
why they call you malaya?
change your ways dada
i urge you
get a job
if you wanna make a life for yourself.
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