The poem describes how a cry of "Freedom" awoke the people of Balintawak and rallied them to fight against oppression. In 3 sentences: The cry was heard everywhere, from the fields to the cities, and people from all walks of life joined together, young and old, men and women, to take up arms and shout "Freedom" in defiance against their oppressors. The cry would continue to be heard forevermore as the people's voices answered back demanding their independence and liberty.
The poem describes how a cry of "Freedom" awoke the people of Balintawak and rallied them to fight against oppression. In 3 sentences: The cry was heard everywhere, from the fields to the cities, and people from all walks of life joined together, young and old, men and women, to take up arms and shout "Freedom" in defiance against their oppressors. The cry would continue to be heard forevermore as the people's voices answered back demanding their independence and liberty.
The poem describes how a cry of "Freedom" awoke the people of Balintawak and rallied them to fight against oppression. In 3 sentences: The cry was heard everywhere, from the fields to the cities, and people from all walks of life joined together, young and old, men and women, to take up arms and shout "Freedom" in defiance against their oppressors. The cry would continue to be heard forevermore as the people's voices answered back demanding their independence and liberty.
The cry awoke Balintawak, All the people raised to cry, And the echoes answered back; Fearing not to bleed or die; "Freedom!" (fading away) All the tombs of slave and sire All the four winds listened long Broke to voice and great desire; To the shrieking of that song; Up the mountain, down the plain (rising, Every poet struck his lyre then falling) With those burning notes of fire; Lounder, lounder rang the strain, (increasing volume) Girls: "Freedom!" (ringing) All the women knelt to pray Each a solo line spoken with assurance: In their hearts that frenzied lay. I heard it from the makers of the brooms; Boys: I heard it from the weavers at their E'en the children and the old looms; Took to arms and shouted I heard it in the smoking smithy rooms. bold, (increasing volume) I heard it in the bullet's whine at roars; "Freedom!" I heard it in the farthest islet shore. Each a solo line spoken with assurance: I heard it from the planters in the vales All: I heard it from the traders tying bales; We heard it and shall hear it evermore! I heard it where the fishers strike their "Freedom!" (full) sails-- The cry of Balintawak, I heard it from the huskers 'neath the And now our voices answer back-- trees; "Freedom!" (joyously full) I heard it from the drivers of the seas, I heard it from the pounders in the leas.