ROGEL FRANCIS SORIOSO Poems

News of crimes and tragedy entrances the human emotion
The feelings of such anger, loss or hate and all its relation
The reports of murder, robbery and rape leave us on awe
For we feel the pain, unjust and hatred with what we saw
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I once went to Washington DC
Where the thunder and lighting spoke to me
I must have been drunk or high
For I just saw the heaven smile
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The moves of evil and good are like the game of chess
The strategies and play evolves as it gets more or less
You must never allow yourself to be caught off guard
Both opponents must prepare as the game gets hard
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Evil and Good always play the hide and seek
The victims are both the strong and the weak
Evil is the mouse which hides from the cat
The cat on guard from where it usually sat
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You could never distinguish what is good unless there is evil and wickedness
Just like we would never know what is hate unless there is love and kindness
We would never know what is day unless there is a night
We would never know what is darkness unless there is light
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A gun is an object of evil since it was designed to kill the way it should
But in the hands of the Police Force it becomes an element of the good
A drug is an element of the good since it was created for medicinal use
But it becomes an object of evil when it becomes an addiction or abuse
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God the almighty father and the ultimate creator
Created the good which gave way to evil and wickedness
The eternal struggle which is almost becoming relentless
It's almost impossible to humanize evil without thinking of the crimes
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Who else could unleash the most deadly and destructive force
But our God the creator as the only ultimate origin and source
A great amount of power which is infinite and also unimaginable
And upon his subjects his authority is unchallenged and unquestionable
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Death could come in any sizes, shape and form
It could be terrorism, disease or a raging storm
For the author of life is also the author of death of his people
Like the birth of an innocent child or nine eleven for example
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In the early morning of September three two-thousand and one
After drinking so hopelessly with a buddy for my dreams were gone
It was a Labor Day Holiday that same day and morning
And we were celebrating like hell the previous evening
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