By LUCHIE MARANAN

They spill out from school grounds and occupy streets
Knowing that beyond walls they too, must have a voice
And words are not mere theories nor paradigms nor symbols,
They are speaking like an arsenal ignited by righteous anger.

They leave shanties and threadbare houses that are
Portraits of creatures left homeless and hardened by years
Of hollow promises and seasonal rhetoric that mock them,
They are pounding the pavement with righteous anger.

They clock out and unclog from factories and sweatshops
Human machines worn out from begging for a few bills more
This is a land of plenty and honey, but for the dynasties only,
They are chanting and waving banners with righteous anger.

They trod from fields that hunger for benign winds and harvest
The grains have fallen but not to nourish the parched dreams
The hands are bladed by threats and lives snuffed like matchsticks,
They are brandishing their scythe with righteous anger.

They descend from the fastnesses of ancestral peaks and hills
Holders of native rights and sacredness of land and forests
Now being bombed and pillaged by pythons of profit,
They are raising their shield for fetad in righteous anger.

They storm out from comfort zones, from hovels, from themselves
Quaking from this landscape so putrid from the ills of those
Who sit on thrones and swivels and conspire to rob the nation dry,
They, the people, are rising and surging in righteous anger. # nordis.net

September 21, 2013