The deadly truth
We are in the same house
the place of prayer as it is called
by them who for a while passes
and make a vow for they're called
The experience destined for us
friend and brother of the same faith
but sudden something disturbed- things change
the anger and the pride comes out from our breath
Though we still go and kneel together
inside the house where we first met
but of no peace from within to share
like a dead prayer hallowed by guilt.
No reason why and how did it happen
the joke we once shared and ended into rage
the company we both enjoyed
but now enemies- couldn’t be in one place
Yes I remember now, a bottle of spirit it's started
and time to go, one joined him in the room
and ended to bed.
(Cebu City, Philippines 2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem