Cyrus Diaz

Rookie - 50 Points (November 23,1989 / Lampanusan Kalilangan Bukidnon)

Language - Poem by Cyrus Diaz

My language are the trees
My language are the birds
My language is the sun and sky
My language is the rainbow
My language is the water
My language is the fresh air
My language is the lightning and thunder
My language is the moon and the stars
My language is the bountiful harvest
My language is the mountains and forest
My language is my people.

I communicate with you through these,
I have provided you with nature’s bounty
But in return…

Your language was war
Your language was envy
Your language was hatred
Your language was pride
Your language was spite
Your language was indifference
Your language was greed
Your language was crime
Your language was corruption
Your language was destruction
Your language was embezzling.

If you lose the language of love
Peace, unity and understanding
I’ll stop communicating with you.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 10, 2011

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