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Kris Montaņez Hunyo 1982
They Will Open Their Doors To You
They will open their doors to you,
Red fighter,
They will welcome you
To the abung-abung still warm with saleng.
The cold of night cloaks the Igorot land
In these foothills of the Gran Cordillera.
The pine trees, sweet potatoes and the palay in the payaw
Take roots among the stones. The harvest in the agamang
Will only last a few months.
Days are rare when the gimata
From the clearing, or the forest trap
For deer and wild boar, brings in anything.
Stone upon stone
Leads to every door
Of this new guerrilla zone, opening to calls
Of the natives' fathers and brothers.
The natives gather in the dap-ay
Round the light and warmth of the saleng
As the pine trees
The ruling classes now claim stand watch.
The fire hisses through the cold of night,
Light strikes the trigger of an M16,
A pile of new saleng blazes
For the unity of the natives and the Red fighters.
They will open their doors to you, welcome you
To the abung-abung that shall never lack saleng.
(E.P.)
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