By Prof. Jose Maria Sison
The demons are laughing,
They say I have fallen
But the people’s movement
in the whole country is advancing.
The red flag flies high
Wafted by a powerful wind –
The thought that broadcasts
The seeds of the revolution.
The seeds grow so fast
In the soil made fertile
By the sweat and blood of heroes
Here victory is certain to be reaped.
It is as if I did not stumble
So long as the cadres and fighters
Continue to arise from the masses
I am determined to rise.
The devil himself shall weep
Over a kingdom of ash heaps.
8 December 1977
