Thus Far Not, Still Not - Poem by Raymond Cabrera
Thus far not, Rizal, still not.
The land you die for has yet to suffer,
The land you loved; your dreams have faded,
The land has need of a patriot’s blood of audacity
Forever, spilled in the great name of liberty.
Thus far not, the tyrants, I care not.
Fight against the cruel masters that had impart
Their shackles and chains of slavery
Wake up from profound sleep from their melodious lies
Yell out from their deceit and constant fake lullabies.
Thus far not, my Eden restored not.
Water the shriveled land by your blood yet thirsty for hope
Let’s end the sounds of war, of guns, of bombs,
And of terrorism; child hold guns with trembling knees,
Let’s heal the wounds of youth that is dying for peace.
Thus far not, my countrymen fear not.
Rage against this nation slowly decaying in corruption,
Bury the rotting government along with their manipulations and tricks
Resulted to an extreme crisis and grim poverty,
Struggle from poorness, groaning from dire economy.
Thus far not, the hope, lingers not.
I desire nothing but reform and wish for a change;
I breathe nothing but the truth over injustice
Could it be possible? Though human rights lurk in darkness?
Still my worthless endeavor is a fruit of hopelessness.
Thus far not, your sacrifice, proffered not.
Our courage to fight against the unjust powers,
Against terrorism, poverty and sly politics
Struggling for a better nation, my life is my sacrifice;
Give me liberty or give me death as my price.
Thus far not, our death, still not.
Our patriot’s blood, filled with love and caressing hand,
Blood spilled forever in the name of our dying fatherland.
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