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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

May the glowing lights at night

Not stop at all for rest or sleeps.

 

Beware! Beware!

Snakes are bound to strike

When patriots of most noble faith

Sense slimmest the hordes of traitors;

Sentinels we’ve long trusted

May ride astride lightning bolt

                To incinerate our dens of freedom

                And leave the lores of democracy

                To the nothingness of decay.

Tyranny is ripe once more, a fruit

The would-be autocrats savor the best.

 

O! City lights!

Please don’t sleep at night!

 

 

[Writ. 13 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

Radio should be a gentle mentor

whose teachings we take as our own

as we cherish each fact and fable

that it offers us canned lessons;

 

but Radio is consumed up

by its seeking for money and profits

as every sound that it releases

makes us believe that we are in New York

or London or elsewhere other than Filipinas.

Alien sounds can only nurture best

the filthiest image of our national stature.

 

[Writ. 07 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

 

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

It’s true the Sun will lay to rest

On the day’s end after his toil

And give way to the nighttime hours

When ravagers despoil amid our slumbers

But sure enough the morning comes

And Sun radiates our Land anew

Each smile he sports enervates our longings

For better times of wealth and wellbeing

He never tires to shed us rays of care

He never retreats without sharing heraldries

Of what our strivings will bring forth

A sturdier and well esteemed commonwealth

He shall ever be there when we need him

A kin indeed our light of liberty

 

 [Writ. 07 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza

 

Why ought we call Motherland

The cradle of us loyal citizens?

Why not just call it Land

For the sake of propriety and brevity?

Likewise we shan’t label Fatherland

Each lustrous land of alien conquerors

Who enslaved our forbears in servitude

Over epochs of lamentable tribulations.

 

A Mother is she who never dares forsake

Her children whom she lovingly nourishes.

And yet all children grow to bid farewell

To the hardships of infantile life

And so to bid farewell as well

To the Mother  who soon faces retirement.

 

Habits of old are hard to die

Like thoughts on Motherland or Fatherland

Even as we’re not overgrown infants

Of a country that professes eternal Motherhood

And neither could we all say farewell

To our benign Land: our Provider.

 

 

[Writ. 06 October 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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