Bleeding Me Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Crossing miles of desert, mountain and plains
Harbored hundreds of towns and cities
Founded settlements near and far
And yet don’t have rest, shelter from the rubbers
Neither silver nor gold a man is anything to hold
The clench of culture and religious ways to be sold
Perhaps it’s the road of commoner’s destiny
A treasure that was trapped upon their knees
An affection of tenderness and love of thee
Like doves seeking rest from his weariness flee
Only me big man of this small world what for
The ransom, oh, only a cup-a wasted blood
So near yet so far common to utter
Bleeding dreams and broken souls I think we are
The pain and the sorrow will be of tomorrow you’ll see
It’s only a bleeding me what reasons, well it’s cruelty