a new plane in the wilderness
where trees hold the rocks
and the social terrain holds the red army
we trace the stories of the past
almost forgotten, but we have to know
in part, they are the bases of the present
as we build power that rests on the people
we learned by then, that the enemies
had sowed death and white terror
they could not hide their unjust violence
engraved even beneath the waters
and the good spirit in the wilderness
rises like freedom birds floating the skies
the enemy can never defeat.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Maya Daniel