The Famished Road Poem by Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

The Famished Road

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a glimpse of your existence
that’s what is important now
even if tomorrow you are gone
and return at my door
three years after
to pay me another visit
to buy my soul
again

now means a kilo of rice
a pack of noodles
and cans of sardines
to live for another day
a big bargain
for one decrepit old woman
and her cats who lost their skins
fending off rabid dogs
on a famished road

I can be a patriot
another day
another time
snatch your breath
and some jewelry
and dip my forefinger
in your blood
and write at your door,
“Not guilty! ”

Because truly you are not
more guilty than I am
of the crime
for which we suffer
our own decay.

Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: social comment
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In the Philippines, it is the practice of politicians to buy votes with money or canned goods. Every after three years, they knock on the doors, and carry with them, a bagful of goods and money in exchange for votes. Since most of the voting public are poor, they are prone to accepting these offers, and do not really expect much from elected officials after that.

Some of those who may have reluctantly accepted the arrangement justify their acts by saying, that corrupt politicians actually deserve to die, in their own hands, which may even be regarded as an act of patriotism, but they do not actually blame the politician for their own moral decay.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dedan Onyango 18 July 2015

I am trying to figure out the subject matter of this piece but all sends me to admit that it a case of the guilty ones are always afraid. Please let me know if am right.

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