This poem describes the cry for freedom that arose from the Filipino people in 1896. In 3 sentences, the poem conveys that the call for freedom was heard from all walks of life, including farmers, traders, fishers and more. Everyone joined in shouting for independence, from children to elders, men and women. The cry for freedom grew louder as the people were willing to bleed and die to cast off their chains and gain independence from foreign rule.
This poem describes the cry for freedom that arose from the Filipino people in 1896. In 3 sentences, the poem conveys that the call for freedom was heard from all walks of life, including farmers, traders, fishers and more. Everyone joined in shouting for independence, from children to elders, men and women. The cry for freedom grew louder as the people were willing to bleed and die to cast off their chains and gain independence from foreign rule.
This poem describes the cry for freedom that arose from the Filipino people in 1896. In 3 sentences, the poem conveys that the call for freedom was heard from all walks of life, including farmers, traders, fishers and more. Everyone joined in shouting for independence, from children to elders, men and women. The cry for freedom grew louder as the people were willing to bleed and die to cast off their chains and gain independence from foreign rule.
I heard it from the traders tying vales… I heard it where the fishers strike their sails… “Freedom”!
Every poet struck from lyre
With those burning notes of fire All the women knelt to pray In their hearts that frenzied lay… “Freedom”!
E’en the children and the old
Took to arms and shouted bold “Freedom”!
I heard it from the husker's neath the trees…
I heard it from the divers of the sea… I heard it from the pounders in the leas… “Freedom”!
All the people raised the cry
Fearing not to bleed or die… Up the mountain, down the plain, Louder, louder rang the strain All the tombs of slave and sire Broke to voice that great desire… “Freedom”!
I heard it from the makers of the brooms…
I heard it from the weavers at their looms… I heard it from the smoking smithy rooms. “Freedom”!
From the temples, from the shrines,
From the bosom of the mines… Kris and bolo flashed in light, Thunder-voices air did smite… “Freedom”!
Muscle sound and spirit strong
Broke the chains with metal song. “Freedom”!
I heard it in the bullet's whine and roar…
I heard it in the farthest islet shore… I heard it and shall hear it ever more… “Freedom”!