by Earl Carlo Guevarra
Back when I was a child
I thought revolution was a product
Of blood, sweat, tears and steel
I thought that it was about rallies
And rousing speeches
Laced with tales of bravery and defiance
Maybe a column of tanks here and there
And someone blocking the road
With flowers, streamers and placards
But when I grew up
I realized that revolution
Also comes from the heart
It is the reply of the soul
To a world, which
Is increasingly maddened with chaos
It comes with holding to one’s principles
And staying steadfast to them
Without losing hope for a better future
It is also a rebellion of the mind
Against attempts
To make us renounce the truth of our past
Finally, it’s about never bowing down
Towards the things
That makes us lose our human compass
Maybe, this revolution is hard to achieve
But be rest assured
Its fruits are glorious indeed.
