• Three Poems by Maya Daniel

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    Comrades are Always There to Help

    today, I help, as we always do,
    sewing Comrades’ gun holsters
    ammo pouches, repair their
    tattered pockets, stitch loosened
    buttons and hems, change zippers,
    help them clean rifles, check
    rifle magazines and ammunitions,
    medical kit, as they had helped me
    carry pad papers, booklets and
    my other miscellaneous when
    these weight too much, and for a time,
    I just can’t leave these things anywhere,
    and Comrades carried me too
    When I was wounded,
    Behind this physical support
    Comrades are always there to help.

    * * *

    Masswork

    This is our second day of stay in the village
    We had washed our clothes on day first
    And cooked the best food we can have;
    Today, we solve with the peasant folks,
    A problem on water for household use in the village,
    We shared news update, and their clandestine
    Activities of building red political power
    Tomorrow, we will secure food supplies to bring
    By sunset, we will leave for another journey
    Other peasant masses are waiting
    At the other bend of the road.

    * * *

    We love the flowers rising

    my poem goes with the wind
    swirling through the hieghts
    It has something to tell—
    we love the mountains
    and the flowers all rising
    our pathways bacome
    long corridors of colors—
    the red, orange and green . . .

    my poem penetrates
    every petal flower veins
    the intricacies of bougainvillaeas
    a bloodstream connecting us
    sharing common dreams—
    we love the mountains
    we love the flowers rising
    we love freedom!

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