Bleeding By The Lakeside Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

In pain and deep anguish,
I sit alone by the lakeside,
But all I can do is wash
My own bloody hands and wounded side
Which I got from the fangs of the persecuting hypocrites
I met somewhere beyond the woods on the other side of the lake.
I cannot complain,
I cannot tell them that what they did is wrong
For this world is blinded by the malice of relativity.

I slowly wipe my tears
As I look at my reflection in the lake's still water
That is slowly turning red
As my blood continues to flow into it.
I was lambasted by them,
They have shouted at my face, mocked me,
Stepped at my back, treated me like not human,
Yet, I cannot complain,
I cannot tell them that what they did is wrong
For this world's unjust actions are being justified
By the sweet deceiving face of relativity.

I sit alone by the lakeside,
Trembling and bathing in fear as my blood is gushing out.
And, suddenly the wind from the northeast
Passed through the tall swaying pines
That are lining up straight on the other side of the lake.
The cold air envelopes my body
And whispered behind my ears:
'There is hope if everyone sees
That equality is not based on respecting each other's false ideology,
But by treating everyone with the objective reality
That we are all the same human
That is governed on the same human principle.'
Yet, I answered the wind's chilling voice:
'I cannot complain,
I cannot tell them that what they did is wrong
For this world is lived by people
Who think that they are the gods of themselves.'

Slowly the night has almost come
And all I can do now is shout for help,
But the more I shout and see people on the distant side of the lake hear me,
But never bothered to extend their hands to aid me,
For they, too, are relativists
And think that helping me is a waste of time.
Should I accept this inhumane reality,
And just lay down lonely by the lakeside, bleeding,
And wait for some sneaking beasts,
Lurking in the woods to come and devour me,
Or should I just drown myself under the lake
For who am I to live anyway?
I am nothing
For the selfish relativists living near the lake.
I cannot tell them that they are wrong,
For this world thinks that we are all entitled not,
To care for one another,
Because of this sugar-coated poison of relativity.