Poem | In Our Own Age of Renaissance
this is our duty
O proud Pangasinan:
rewrite our history
in the language of salt
let us build more than concrete cities
for what is a city without a soul?
defile the icons of politics
replace their crooked faces
with the mighty & the mythical sons
& daughters of Urduja
first & foremost let us reclaim
our unBabeled tongue Pangasinan
& the dying embers of our literature
for a people without literature are a people
without culture
a people without which have no identity
a people without identity are nothing
but question marks & ampersands
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