Breathe Poem by Precy Brozas Varilla

Have you ever seen...
The old beggar
Down the cobbled street yonder
Beseeching grace
From a passing yet callous stranger
On his bosom’s a broken banjo
His arms in tattered leather
He’s weathering despite old age
The torment of shame and hunger
And you say your youth radiates no more
A bud fallen in rent asunder?

Have you ever thought...
Of a legion of zealous soldiers
Strewn into a demise zone
In the name of freedom
They battle perils of a resounding canon
A sunrise could be a farewell
A sunset might mean a crushing of a bone
Nonetheless, they fight for life
Rise for every song unsung and angels unborn.
Love surrounds you in calming circles of peace
Yet you feel wasted and forlorn?

Have you ever felt...
The bitter sufferings
Of a fading young child in silent misery
Her once luscious golden locks
Blowing in the wind is but a memory
After a cycle of the moon she’ll be gone
Yet hopes soothe her in joyous harmony
Dreaming of the day when her Romeo comes
Knocking on a window beside her balcony
Life treats you kind with a heart not skipping a beat
Yet you despise to breathe your liberty?