1953 A poem by Phinn Gonzalez. 1953 We are the oppressed The ones who have no choice No longer He is a tyrant Rebels die until they are No more 1959 We are the takers We will remain idle No longer He is our savior Our suffering fades until it becomes No more Late 20th century We are happy Whatever happens is for the common good He takes what we made He will make more Soon we will be troubled No longer Our safety will be in danger No more Just give us time to adjust Now We are

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Nice Weather A poem written by Appu. Fingers press into the cold soil, While the grass softly tickles under my heels And tangles into my hair. Rays of sunshine come to me Through the gaps between the leaves, Pressing down warmly on my skin. From the corner of my eye A blur of color sways in the cool wind, rustling and creating a soft song. But it will end in a moment. Then, I’ll go back to my room Look at the things I have to do And face them as I must But, for now, I’m glad