Edgar Rendon Eslit
Realization - Poem by Edgar Rendon Eslit
When will we ever learn?
We’ve been hearing words
loud, very loud and sometimes cursing
In a dead night haplessly intimidating
Humiliating, indeed, yet it’s on going
Will there be no end?
Shouldn’t they be feeling tired at least
It’s obviously difficult
For they made walls out of their voice
Distance out of fear
Pity, what a piety
How hard it is to be subsumed by anger
They should have tried listening to their hearts
Now that they’re into the brink
of falling out of love
For their hearts would make a good bridge
Connecting pointless gaps
Especially, since they made once
a promise to love.
Well, it’s true
If steel’s greatest enemy is its rust
For man, his lost pride!
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