Poetry
By:
Dionisio de Jesus Lopes
Holy is Thy place where Thou hid,
When Thy noble heart’s persistence remained.
Thou saved Thyself from the Tyrant,
From their claws Thou escaped the threat.
In Thy Kingdom Thou outwitted the bait,
I can prove Thy mind so brilliant.
Though Thy Kingdom is built underground,
Thy thoughts, Thy dreams went beyond.
At Cipinang, Austrália, Mozambique, Portugal and Indonesia they heard,
They knew Thou fought Thy will thou wounded.
Thy dreams conceived underground,
They bore fruits with Thy memories,
At Mertutu, we reminisced,
Konis Santana, Thy soul may rest in Peace!
