On This Cold Day Poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

(In Memoriam)

They fell. One by one, heroes fell
On their blood against cold, harsh stones
Last words pled for the masses’ weal
Their death justice alone atones

Compelled into reluctant graves
Bodies lost, but never their quests
With zeal they lived for why they died
Peace and justice - our common pride

Terror reigns in these trying times
Do we blaspheme their sacrifice
With muted cries and cowardice
Or do we confront greed and lies?

One lesson learned from their bloodstream
Lives are worth losing for our dream
On this cold day we honor them
With warm courage, none less fitting

The air’s grim stillness, let us fill
With voices strong, unwavering
United, steadfast, we fulfill
The quest for freedom. Let us sing!

-10 December 2005