He's not from Bohol Philippines
He's from Mt. Malindang virgin forest
Misamis Occidental topmost
He's nocturnal
His pupil is wide-opened at night
He's screaming to watch the
upcoming morning sun
It's his last scream
almost I hear it tonight
seems
He's old enough to breath for tomorrow
still I feel the loud cry around me
I know what he feels
being old and aching is not
but being away from home forest
being fettered by civilized human
He feels more than the tensed of a hand-cupped
criminal sentence to death by tomorrow
He holds his breath
better to die for himself
than to scream hopelessly when will
the morning sun shines directly on him
radiates impossible rays of freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem