Sometimes, I cant help to think…

(After a defensive)Sometimes, I cant help to think…

I walk the steep slopes

looking at every edge and green expanse

of mountains and plains

every possible space of what'/5s between

 the light, the trees, and the ferns

separating the natural

from the could be fabricated landscape

and my ears try to stretch its reach

from the twig, the rustling leaves, to the gushing of the stream

Are all I hear natural?

As I hold steady my iron buddy

trying to keep focus

to any possibility of an attack

just as i proactively rekindle

 my beliefs each day.

Night time falls and body seeks for its rest

And though night is a camouflage

the dark can leave me clueless sometimes

disagreement, paranoia,

and disbelief sometimes creeps

most especially when you know

you need a rest but cannot

but learning the truth

 of what i am from the masses

again i walk  with the purpose clear

and even dash a hundred meters for them

Again and again the enemy will try

To encircle and annihilate the revolt

Again remoulding and regression

 of two classes in my head clashes

hearing explosions in front ,

or in my rear

A blast can disorient

the ear can sometimes bleed for surrender

And the loss of a dear friend and comrade

can be more crushing than body wounds

like a shrapnel of memories

 ever stuck in your head

but the cries in the barrios gives courage

what's some drop of a blood compared

to the life and blood

of the innocents and martyrs

Though at times it feels like

the strength doesnt accumulate

with every win and loss

a never ending tug-of-war

of mass base, arms, and mind

on a seemingly unending cycle

between classes and their armies.

Armies and their classes

i sometimes ask

will the history stop with strategic defensive?

Comrade, STOP scaring yourself of imaginings

and join the people,

not in books, statistics, news report

or any scientifilcally, well calculated

bourgeouis lie

can you find the answer.

Filipinos are still very much in poverty

Injustice is just the whip

that the big bourgeoisie use

to control and maintain their order

And forced disappearance is  a desperate move

 to suppress each brother and sister

Witness heroism that lay on each comrade's soul

Linking arms with the opressed

in the shanties, the factories,

communities beside the river and coast,

fields, and mountain ridges,

 or under coconut trees

And again ask if victory is a pipe dream

Or will it be the outcome!