Idiyanale is the Philippine goddess of good deeds and hard work, as well as agriculture and animal husbandry. In some ethnic groups, she is also seen as the goddess of death.
Can You See Us Now, Idiyanale?
By Kim Andaya
Can you see us now, Idiyanale?
Have you turned away
Because we have forgotten your name?
Or have you turned away
Because we have disgraced it?
We are guilty of both treasons
We have slandered and we have slothed
We have not wrestled for honor
Instead we squirmed and wriggled,
Spineless and vile in the soil,
To fertilize a harvest that feeds no one
But the feet that threaten to trample us
Or the hands that poke us with sticks
Because they can
And we let them
For we relish the scraps they leave us
As if they are gifts given by your brothers and sisters
We scramble over their leftovers
Some of us jump for it, their weak nerve cords
Driven mad by want
But the birds watch,
And they devour and feed on those whose greed is easily seen,
Allowing the craftier, more patient ones,
Who promised those who went before them the lion’s share,
To hoard the scraps while they are distracted
We’ve all sunken to larceny,
Easy, evil larceny.
Or perhaps not,
For who still holds the rights to what he keeps
Under lock and key?
And who is to say what the law is
And what it calls for?
Oh, Idiyanale, you see us after all
And the punishment you have served us is great
Through our grappling and shoving,
You have allowed us to build our own Dystopia,
Where to have Langit one must make Impiyerno,
And to live one must sell his soul
To death everlasting