By Luis G. Dato

By frowning hills and mountains Nippon has
Builded her eyries dyed with innocent blood,
She soared above the raging ocean’s flood,
To light on corpses bared by rain and grass

Those cliffs to us are holy, but alas!
With swoop and circle o ‘ er the embattled wood,
Her eagles soar where once to death men stood,
And where foes passed not, now the sun flags pass.

Oh, Tirad, deep down under you lie cold
The sentinels who fell to truceless night,
They groan anew when o’er you they behold
The vultures in their proud, imperial flight,

Some embers moulder of the impulse bold
That rose here once, and passed in flames to night.

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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