We Go On!
By Rebecca Lawson –
UCCP Co-Worker from PCUSA
A tribute to the Church's martyrs. May we follow Christ like they did…
"No one has greater love than this, to lay down their lives for their friends."
Whoever thought a State would be so ruthless
to gun down leaders full of so much heart.
They strip the country of its finest treasure.
We join the masses strong and sing our part.
We will rise--with every martyr taken
We will rise--so many in their place.
We'll go on 'til every child is cared for,
oppressed set free in every land and race...
Hundreds more will join the cause for justice;
Thousands stand like they did in Christ's name.
Our spirits growing stronger with their courage
The journey toward Christ's Victory is our gain.
We will rise--with every martyr taken
We will rise--so many in their place.
We'll go on 'til every child is cared for,
oppressed set free in every land and race...
We promise not to stop our fight for justice.
We'll carry on and reach both far and wide.
Expose the sin of foreign domination,
with wealth and greed and power at its side.
We do not know if we might become martyrs.
But martyr sure they are, and just the same.
Hundreds more will join the cause for justice.
Thousands stand like they did in Christ's name.
We now rise--and follow Christ's example,
We now rise— raise others for this cause
We go on with justice, faith and courage.
We go on, 'til Victory is ours.
We go on!
George and Macel
By Mila Aguilar
George
and Macel were lovers
Four children between them.
They rode out into the night
To be shot down in broad daylight.
George
and Macel were lovers of country.
They did what they could,
Peacefully. But they were mowed down,
In view of so
many.
George and Macel were lovers of freedom.
Young, they never realized that
Martyrdom would be the sum
Of
their quest for the Kingdom.
George and Macel were lovers of God.
Born at the end of dictatorship,
How could
they see
They would die on the tail of it?
Friend, I never got to know
George and Macel. Were they
On the
list you made
Of those to be wiped out?
July 7, 2006
11:05 AM-12:04 PM
In remembrance of Edison
By Hannah Wolf – UCCP Intern from UEM
There
are those who do not just watch the sorrow,
who do not merely observe the repression—
the killing of people and
violating of rights.
There are those who try to change it,
who commit themselves to upholding humanity and hope,
who
serve the people despite all danger.
Here, Edison belonged.
There are those
working for justice,
determined, courageous and strongly believing,
believing in the strength of the masses,
opposing
plunder and exploitation.
To them, Edison belongs.
There are those who do not
just believe in Jesus,
but follow Christ and sacrifice their lives,
so their children may live in freedom,
liberated
from domination and control.
To them, Edison goes on.
The state sought to murder
his body and they won.
They intended to kill his soul but they lost!
Edison’s
soul is in all of us, who try to live in the
service of the people!
His flame can not be quenched.
His flame rages
in the hearts of the people,
and burns until the chains of oppression lie in ashes!
In us, Edison
goes on!
They Can Tell Where You Are
by Alexander Martin Remollino (Bulatlat.Com)
(For Fr. Rudy Romano, abducted and missing since July 11, 1985)
It is still hoped that
you would one day return,
even as it is now certain
that you have reached the point of no return.
Twenty years and
more have passed
and not a single trace of you has been found.
Did you just suddenly vanish into thin air,
like
a bubble?
You did not:
that much is known.
The armed hands disgorged
by a white Ford Cortina with a government
plate
who seized you on your way to visit striking workers
can surely point to where you are,
and like them the feet
in combat boots
that trailed Fr. William Tadena
and Revs. Edison Lapuz, Raul Domingo and Jemias
Tinambacan
before they were felled by bullets
can lead us to whence the bullets came.
Your abductors can tell whether
your head
was served to the despot on a silver platter,
like that of John the Baptist.
Let Us Shatter the Silence of the Graveyard
by Alexander Martin Remollino (Bulatlat.Com)
They in the Palace seek to have their peace
by consigning the country
to the silence of
the graveyard.
They want life for themselves.
They are irked by the sound of breaths
other than theirs.
And
so their guns are ever trained on the people,
ever waiting to fire at anyone apart from themselves
who dares to breathe
their shallowest.
If we pretend to be dead,
we let them keep life for themselves:
we fire their guns at our
heads.
Let us shatter then the silence of the graveyards.
Let us all sing our songs of homage to life
until all
our voices made one
reach beyond the heavens.
