we had
in ateneo during those days
of our youth
that crazy day where fr. finster
wore a basketball net
and he did not smile at all
while we watch at him
wondering why can't we do
the same
for he was a man of stature
a priest always in the service
for others
in fact he died while
administering God to the
prisoners.
oh ask us, we were crazy too
and we could not forget that
when they told them that we
shall arrive at nothing.
we were crazy enough not to
believe them
those we believe in themselves
too much
that they had not doubt
whether they were right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem