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Wilfredo Gacosta Nobyembre 1974
Mt. Bulusan, Unfold your Mystery
Mt. Bulusan,
white clouds sit on your head
and your sagging shoulders.
are you a virgin to wear a white veil
over your verdant hair?
you have long been granted
to foreign conquerors.
even your image is being traded
by greedy businessmen.
the sacred lake at your foot
is witness to the shrewd's violation
of the beauty of your daughters.
you have been stripped of beauty and wealth,
your trees have been felled by the thieves,
your pet birds and beasts
reserved for the oppressed
have been driven away by the plunder of the minions
of martial rule.
are you really a virgin to wear a white veil?
ah, you're covering the smoke
from your Red army's stove!
Mt. Bulusan,
not the smallest mass of clouds sit
on your head and lap.
does your bright face
signal freedom and victory
or betrayal of the sons and daughters of the people?
do you not see far in the skies
the helicopter boastfully swirling?
at your foot, do you not hear
the proud footfalls
of your evil guests?
why do you not hide beneath your clouds?
ah, you have unfolded your arms
welcoming the light of the sun in the east
to give hope
to bewildered revolutionaries.
(E.P.)
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