from the town of Kolambugan
you face the old city of Ozamis
and from where i stand
i see a skyline of colors
sad colors
i see a line of mountains
as the sun departs
leaving this pain of those who died here
on one explosion
many, and many of them
did not know that they will die on that day
some were to cross the sea
to attend a wedding
some a baptism
of their first born
in a sudden, a large sound is heard
and flesh showered a splinter
in the skies
blood flowed on steel floors
some eyes remained closed
in disbelief
others shouted for revenge
they call for justice
and yet today
there is never one
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