CRY "FREEDOM"
"Freedom" (full)
The cry awoke Balintawak,
And the echoes answered back;
"Freedom!" (fading away)

All the four winds listened long
To the shrieking of that song;
Every poet struck his lyre
With those burning notes of fire;

Girls:
All the women knelt to pray
In their hearts that frenzied lay.

Boys:
E'en the children and the old
Took to arms and shouted bold, (increasing volume)
"Freedom!"

Each a solo line spoken with assurance:
I heard it from the planters in the vales
I heard it from the traders tying bales;
I heard it where the fishers strike their sails--
I heard it from the huskers 'neath the trees;
I heard it from the drivers of the seas,
I heard it from the pounders in the leas.

All:
All the people raised to cry,
Fearing not to bleed or die;
All the tombs of slave and sire
Broke to voice and great desire;
Up the mountain, down the plain (rising, then falling)
Lounder, lounder rang the strain, (increasing volume)
"Freedom!" (ringing)

Each a solo line spoken with assurance:

I heard it from the makers of the brooms;
I heard it from the weavers at their looms;
I heard it in the smoking smithy rooms.
I heard it in the bullet's whine at roars;
I heard it in the farthest islet shore.

All:
We heard it and shall hear it evermore!
"Freedom!" (full)

The cry of Balintawak,
And now our voices answer back--
"Freedom!" (joyously full)

--Arranged for choral reading by Paciencia M. Remolona
from "1896", by Aurelio S. Alvero.