Tilling still this foil of soi has planted
this million aged seeds of hope, seeds of toil?
this hands has soak in blood or this hands that give life?
This land of freedom or land of bondage in stride?
We were born in this land
pearl in the orient they called
richness in beauty- has bath with blood
distorted, destroyed by the colonizer’s hand
The west who called us dumb and idiot!
the wound brought us from Mactan until Dapitan’s front,
the battle brought the bloodshed of our heroes tomb
has nourished this land, this land of toil!
The GMO seeds were planted has daunted
with failing promise to produce a harvest
‘coz the rice field has filled with worms!
that kills the bounty produced by native land
The Green revolution- great profit its only hope
Marcos’s Masagana hopelessness in dope!
promise of double and triple produce
in every 1 dollar is equal to 3 dollars produce
Monsanto doubled the price of insecticide
Has increase the harvest in unimaginable price
has flooded the rice field with great debt at hand
and all the more- those merchants increasing demand
The native seeds stored in stock was filed
in cold metal warehouse- was damped
Then seeds were bought from abroad diced!
tohave a crops and fruits- in giant size
foreign profit doubled their basket size
The farmers starved in an empty plate
Still tilling this tale land of the orient!
scarce in freedom- plight of the old aged planters
(dedicate this poem for the Farmers in the Philippines) October 7, 2014 https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Margin/547271551958076