Where’s The Alpha And Omega?

(Poem)

in the forest

of sacred aspirations

am searching for you for so long

between darkness and light.

am scouring for you

when at dusk

bloody is the face

of the dying sun

am searching for you

when at dawn

pallid is the moon.

where’s the alpha and omega

of our unceasing struggle?

on the wall of memories

moss-covered now are the decades

with the onslaught

of injustice and whirling wind.

so many sturdy trees had felled

as nameless-faceless shadows

kept vigil in the darkness of night.

still piercing in the horizon

the moans of an enslaved race

in every drop of grief’s

petals of tears.

where’s the alpha and omega

of our prolong struggle?

is it in the yelling street of mendiola

with the cadence of thousands

and thousands of feet of protest

against the exploitative class?

or is it in the forest of love

while metamorphosing is the grass

and blazing are the shrubs?

or is it in the melodies

of bullets and bombs

the glory and freedom

of our beloved land?

where’s our struggle’s alpha and omega?

chase it, yes, grab it…

even among the rolling greyish clouds

never permit the howling wind

to diffuse the fury

of the “wretched of the earth”

will flow still in the veins

of the unfortunate masses

the collective revolting blood

of so many decades

and will soon bloom in the garden

of our sacred dreams

the red roses of our alpha and omega

through our ceaseless struggle

yes, for our beloved la tierra pobreza!

(my English version of NASAAN ANG ALPHA AT OMEGA?)