MALOLOS

by Luis G. Dato

The town is quiet, the houses still,
And the dark house of God,
The heroes slumber up the hill,
And in my heart, their blood.

Again I see a gay procession,
And men in bright attire,
A hundred delegates in session,
And soldiers in the mire.

Malolos, once you rent asunder
A striding tyrant’s heels,
A day as this that sees us thunder
Down you with iron wheels.

— The Herald Mid-Weekly Magazine
August 23, 1939