Ways Of The Gods Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Dances hit the street
were eyes muse from it
Drums strikes the corners
whence heavy heart ponders
While they sing the praises
to the Holy Child be full of grace
But their soul fixed yet un-whole
viva ring everywhere is fool
Sinulog oh heavenly feast
but colorful faces on masks
Marching down dull and snob
while the pauper watch and sob
Another figure or two speaks
of beautiful but empty words
Fly prayer-dance oh Sinulog
but nay to God only for dog