Body's found hogtied
every other day
Massacred with bullets
riddled knives wounds
Ruthless limbs swollen
from obsess hired prey
allegedly hunting gangsters
drug pushers-users
against political propagandas
criminals, libelous journalists
Bloated victims
floating down the city road
singly or tied together
bathed with their own blood
Conscience draws down
spectator's throat
who shall be blame
where are the living witnesses
how long will they hide in securing full security
where are the crime protection authorities
are they invlove too in these gangster syndicates
who's the next predators
how safe now to stroll our main streets full of delightful lights
a series of terrible questions
thrown by the trembling inhabitants
mix with the blood of terror
and in their veins
the once vibrant, garrulous
fancy
turns now into fear
blown up images of horror
waiting another riddled bullets
scything next innocent nerves
beyond judicial process
note: the name of the city here is being withheld
due to peculiar narrow reason:
to protect local tourism industry
in the Philippines: tourism means job
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