Jasper Abcede

Rookie - 55 Points (Zamboanga del Sur, Philippines)

44 Drops Of Blood - Poem by Jasper Abcede

Silence has consumed my lonesome soul
Beneath the sheets of my darkest fall
I broke my armor, my helmet and my sword
I lost the battle after I gave my all.

These hostile MOROns speak the language of war
Treachery is their dialect, how nasty they are!
They house the villains, they feed the crooks
Yet they always call their god, every time they shoot.

I lost my sight though not am I blind,
Revenge is the light, the only light i find
My wrath and my curse are constantly roaring
Within my heart I can no longer contain.

With these 44 drops of blood I solemnly swear
Doom are these wicked, for gone are my fears
Now, I raise this peaceful banner and flip it up RED
Cause I thirst and hunger for all of their HEADS!

Topic(s) of this poem: heroism


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is my humble tribute to the Fallen 44 of the Philippine Special Action Force of the Philippine National Police, who were brutally killed by the Moros in the southern region of the Philippines.

In this poem I call these Moros, Morons..
Moros are Muslim soldiers who keep terrorizing our country.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015



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