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Emin Peņa 30 Mayo 1982
Old Man
"Ti balligiyo ket balligimi,"
said ponderously by a soft-spoken old peasant
as he was talking with a guerrilla
of the New People's Army.
So touching was the solemn scene
that took place
over a cup of hot black barako,
the dim light of the indigenous lampara,
in a small hut in the mountains of Baggao.
From his serious wrinkled face
spoke the firm class standpoint of the
downtrodden toiler of the earth
whose unyielding yearning is to get his
legitimate right over the lands
they have cleared and developed since his teens,
prior to World War II,
but were forcibly taken away
from them by the well-connected
landlords.
"Mangnamnamakami kadakayo nga armadomi,"
explained another old man whose two sons
and a daughter are now with the
people's army.
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