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Kris Montaņez 13 Pebrero 1985
Dave (English)
(In memory of Merardo T. Arce, who was killed by soldiers of the US-Marcos dictatorship, in Cebu on 5 February 1985, at the age of 31)
You had played the same role over and over
In the theatre of revolt:
A worker, oppressed, exploited,
Who awakens and leads in crushing the enemy.
The end had always been rousing: the hammer,
The sickle, the PSR and the gun overhead,
The red flags waving,
Your fist raised forward,
And your eyes gleaming
In victory
As the International
Thunders.
It had always been that: a revolutionary, in the theatre
And eventually in the battlefield,
Lugging a knapsack, gun in hand,
A leader of the armed struggle
And mass movement in the countryside.
The former role became your life.
How could they have differed? You took a single stand,
As a character in plays
And as a comrade who cleared a path
In the revolutionary struggle.
It had always been that: even your murder
By the enemy had long been acted out,
Even the grieving over your body
Had been replaced by the fire of revolt.
Look: all of us, on whom your smile
Had shone, raise our fists
As the International thunders
In the heart of the people.
(E.P.)
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