The poem depicts the cry for freedom that arose from the people of the Philippines. They had suffered for too long under oppression and cried out "Enough is enough! We shall rise!" Their cry awoke Balintawak and echoed throughout the land. People from all walks of life - farmers, traders, fishers, and more - joined in the call for freedom that grew louder and spread further. Though facing the risks of bleeding and dying, the people raised their voices united in their great desire and demand for freedom.
The poem depicts the cry for freedom that arose from the people of the Philippines. They had suffered for too long under oppression and cried out "Enough is enough! We shall rise!" Their cry awoke Balintawak and echoed throughout the land. People from all walks of life - farmers, traders, fishers, and more - joined in the call for freedom that grew louder and spread further. Though facing the risks of bleeding and dying, the people raised their voices united in their great desire and demand for freedom.
The poem depicts the cry for freedom that arose from the people of the Philippines. They had suffered for too long under oppression and cried out "Enough is enough! We shall rise!" Their cry awoke Balintawak and echoed throughout the land. People from all walks of life - farmers, traders, fishers, and more - joined in the call for freedom that grew louder and spread further. Though facing the risks of bleeding and dying, the people raised their voices united in their great desire and demand for freedom.
I’ve seen it all (We’ve seen it) , I’ve heard our cries (We’ve heard it) My fellow people, we shall rise!
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!
(Stop and pause) The cry awoke balintawak And the echoes answered back Freedom!
All four winds listened long
To the shrieking of that song
Every poet struck his lyre
With those notes of burning fire
All the women knelt to pray
In their hearts that frenzied lay
Even the children and the old
Took to arms and shouted bold
FREEDOM!
I heard it from the planters in the vales
I heard it from the traders tying bales. I heard it where the fishers strike their sails I heard it from the huskers neath the trees I heard it from the divers of the seas I heard it from the pounders in the leas
(People screaming)
All the people raised to cry!
Fearing not to bleed or die! (Whispering) All of the tombs of slave and sire Broke to voice and great desire
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Up the mountain, down the plain
Lounder, lounder rang the strain!
Freedom!
I heard it from the makers of the brooms
I heard it from the weavers at their looms I heard it in the smoking smithy rooms I heard it in the bullet’s whine that roars I heard it in the farthest islet shore!