Cold mornings remind me
of those days from long ago
when cares were free
and life was complicated
when isaw cost 2 pesos
and rice servings were heaping
when blue books were at 1 peso
and the SU was filled with students
when songs were sung till morning
and jeep fare cost 1 peso
when students joined rallies en masse
and filled 70 jeeps to go to Diliman
when flags waved high and red
and "Serve The People" was held with conviction
when hearts burned warm with nationalist fervor
and fists were held up high
The mornings are cold today
and pockets are burned
hearts are fierce
as more knees are weak from hunger
emotions are burning
as a few wallets are burgeoning with wealth
"..with fervor burning..."
fists are held up high.
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