This poem honors Jose Rizal and calls on him and the spirits of martyrs to inspire the Filipino people to continue their struggle for freedom. It states that the journey will not be easy, as there are many obstacles still to overcome, but that the Filipino people will emerge stronger like the resilient molave tree and carve their dream of freedom into reality. It encourages Rizal and the martyrs not to rest in peace yet, as their glory hour when the Filipino nation will be truly free is still to come.
This poem honors Jose Rizal and calls on him and the spirits of martyrs to inspire the Filipino people to continue their struggle for freedom. It states that the journey will not be easy, as there are many obstacles still to overcome, but that the Filipino people will emerge stronger like the resilient molave tree and carve their dream of freedom into reality. It encourages Rizal and the martyrs not to rest in peace yet, as their glory hour when the Filipino nation will be truly free is still to come.
This poem honors Jose Rizal and calls on him and the spirits of martyrs to inspire the Filipino people to continue their struggle for freedom. It states that the journey will not be easy, as there are many obstacles still to overcome, but that the Filipino people will emerge stronger like the resilient molave tree and carve their dream of freedom into reality. It encourages Rizal and the martyrs not to rest in peace yet, as their glory hour when the Filipino nation will be truly free is still to come.
This poem honors Jose Rizal and calls on him and the spirits of martyrs to inspire the Filipino people to continue their struggle for freedom. It states that the journey will not be easy, as there are many obstacles still to overcome, but that the Filipino people will emerge stronger like the resilient molave tree and carve their dream of freedom into reality. It encourages Rizal and the martyrs not to rest in peace yet, as their glory hour when the Filipino nation will be truly free is still to come.
peace; We carve, for all time your There are a thousand waters to be marmoreal dream! spanned; Until our people, seeing, are There are a thousand mountains become to be crossed; Like the molave, firm, resilient, There are a thousand cross to be staunch borne. Rising on the hillside, unafraid, Our shoulders are not strong; our Strong in its own fibre; yes, like sinews are the molave! Grown flaccid with dependence, smug with ease Not yet, Rizal, not yet. Under another’s wing. Rest not in The glory hour will come. peace; Out of the silent dreaming, Not yet, Rizal, not yet. The land From the seven thousand fold has need silence, Of young blood – and, what We shall emerge, saying, WE younger than your own, ARE FILIPINOS, Forever spilled in the great name And no longer be ashamed. of freedom. Forever oblate on the altar of Sleep not in peace, The free? Not you alone, Rizal. O The dream is not yet fully carved. souls Hard the wood, but harder the And spirits of the martyred brave, blows. arise! Yet the molave will stand; Arise and scour the land! Shed Yet the molave monument will once again rise. Your willing blood! Infuse the And gods walk on brown legs. vibrant red Into our thin anemic veins ; until We pick up your Promethean tools LIKE THE MOLAVE and strong, Out of the depthless matrix of your BY RAFAEL ZULUETA DA faith COSTA In us, and on the silent cliffs of