Baklasan
(peasants struggling to own a land)
Don’t tell us to set our roots into the air
We need the land, and we are raising slogans
And cries of storm to take the sky
And make rain to water the soil
Think of those lands on whose breasts
We exist with all the grass and leaves,
Taking our plows and sing the song of crops
To fill the arteries of wind with the song of life,
We want such land where dusts round the year
Mourn and scream soundless to touch our hands,
We will give the vast world with eternal green
Where plants and foods grow for life;
The clouds will stay with us, and the rains
Of peace, we will take these lands
These belong to us, our lands, our lives.
I loved this poem especially because it speaks to the necessity of having our human roots reach deep into the Earth, our grandmother -our home
Stunning, Maya Daniel!