Stop And Go Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

As the cheap hands
Of my Divisoria wristwatch
The point at the numbers
Where my right foot stepped in
Inside the metered taxi,
A thought rushes
In my chaotic mind:
Everything in this world
Is tagged with a price
And even freedom is not for free.

The red light is waving hello!
Telling me to take brave to let go
In this corrupted world
Where the spilling of blood
Must not be told.

Deafening shouts of horns,
Whispering to me to start a turn
In this silent world
Where everyone is muted
Because of the gun behind pointed
To the noisy souls,
Shouting for freedom.

Bumpers embracing each other,
Spreading the rumors of the past
That is now on the cliff of oblivion,
Impatiently wait
For the traffic to pass,
And for the time of facts to flow
Towards everyone
With a blinding glow.

Greenlight is now taking his turn,
Smiling to me without a mark of thorn,
Telling me to take courage
To fight against the shadows,
Hiding behind the bloody windshield
Of this misinformed highway of life.

One,
Two,
Three,
And then a deep sigh
That fills my suffocated soul
With Divine grace,
And tells me to follow
What the green light has hollows.

The journey of life
Where stop and go take turns,
Where joy is just trash in the backseat,
Where sadness is just a leaking used oil,
Whereas facts are just fiction from the taxi radio.

Beeps of the horns,
Whispers of the bumpers,
Waves of traffic lights,
Melody of the taxi radio:
Are wheel's tracks
Of how the busy world
Keeps us from the truth
That we must live.

My spirit keeps on resisting
To these dreadful facts
As I recall the Divine words
That nothing in this world
Adds up to the Glory of the
One
Who truly governs us all.

The long way of uncertainty
Suffocates me inside this taxi.

When the vision turns red,
Stop!
When the vision turns green,
Go!