Mercy Tolentino Steenwyk

“When bamboo sways with all its might
The creaking fills the void of night
Along the birds and thunder roaring,
Dreams taking shape, the song of the people
Across oceans and seas, continents
And all of the skies of time
Of the sun as it turns.

When the guy with a machete cuts
At the heart to silence the sway, the roar
The crashing waves, the song of time.
The waking hearts scream
Marching a thunderous flight
A voice fashioned with the alchemy
Of the bright and dark, of wind, water
And the beating hearts.

The guy with the machete may sit afloat
In an empty flash of gold, the roar
The hearts screaming, the song
Will grow until the clouds part and
The bright will lead the dark
It is the celebration of people
Of all other people, of you and me
And the Light high above.”