To Mr. JMD
The eyes- the cause of my death
Not the flesh, but the spirit build over years
It penetrate so deep- the hearth
To consume my logic, to cleave my tears;
The man slowly no more- another fall
Blindness was too beyond sane
Knee unto his kneel- the human after all
Deceived unto deceiver, my last claim;
Of sweet words and taste of lust
The dropp of velvet wine malicious tongue
The promise, the empty song nay to trust
This confined-provoked man, to hang
The painful truth- written in the old book
To be a half breed man- nay a practical joke
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Dedicated to Mr. JMD
Dumaguete City, Philippines.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem