Lemlunay, as we now know, should be celebratory and full of smiles. But the voice or voices in many of these poems is/are elegiac. The visual reality apparently would give us-eye-witness readers and listener-over-the-shoulder--no quarter from the growing realization that, either by slow on-coming tide or the rush of tsunami, sorrow is at hand. On the other hand, as the poet sings the Songs of the Ordinary (from the contemplation of art to the flying of a child's kite) and holds in from of himself the Mirror of History, Lemlunay demands the re-visioning and re-education of the Filipino--under centuries of dross of post-colonial oppression and no little deceit--into a state of real self-pride, national self-respect, and true human dignity.