The Seeds Of Struggle Poem by Vicente Añonuevo

In the countryside you where heard the poignancy in the heart of the
Peasants...
For every till of land, the revolution was flourished
For every exploitation of the landlord, it's sprung out the society...
A society that is in accordance with the interests of all people.
And for every seed of rice that blooms
We would see the grin on their faces
I was contented when I saw the happiness from their vultus..
Despite that, they are suffering the exploitation
From the hands of the landlord...
And the basal of rage and hatred from the hearts of them
Will sprinkled the seeds of the struggle for social transformation
And pave the building of a classless society