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Mila D. Aguilar
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Mila D. Aguilar
Bio from the Panitikan website
www.panitikan.com.ph/authors/a/mdaguilar.htm

Poems and Bio Information from Mila D. Aguilar's
personal website
http://homepage.mac.com/mila.d.aguilar/poems/

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"The Thirst I Keep"

The thirst I keep
keeps still. You must not know.
The sun's rays seep
deep through my nape, yet sow

No sap. Wet's
ensconced in air. Its lair.
The moist weights down
upon my throat. And yet I musn't dare.

Philippines Free Press
September 27, 1969

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"Damn the Dictatorship"

Damn the U.S.-Marcos dictatorship.
My people starve
While Imelda lives it up with Christina Ford.
Thirty days after San Juanico
Usurped sweat of the Filipino people,
Rice queues longer than any vaunted
"Seventh longest bridge in the world."

Damn the U.S.-Marcos dictatorship.
My people starve
And all the land's riches off to America and Japan.
Ferdinand kisses the corns of the new U.S. ambassador
While coconuts vanish from the stands,
Lapped up by a cabal of compradors
Who careen in olive oil while soap prices soar.

Damn the U.S.-Marcos dictatorship.
My people starve
The rice queues lengthen
The prices soar.
While Ferdinand schemes to prolong his reign
At least seven years more,
Seven miserable years of civil war.

Damn the U.S.-Marcos dictatorship.
Damn it with a million armalites
To utter destruction.

August 6, 1973

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"My People Are"

My people are
a bastard lot
I was born
to redeem them.

My people are
lost in embers hot
I am here
to retrieve them.

God bless the souls
of those who survive
the holocaust
of my people's greed.

God forgive
the bodies of those
who connive
for their moment's needs

To sell my land,
My blessed land,
My blest, divided
Unredeemable beloved

People.

February 26, 1990

Web source:
www.panitikan.com.ph/poetry/thethristikeep.htm

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