The Poor Children In The Municipal Cemetery Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Poor Children In The Municipal Cemetery
the poor children
in the municipal cemetery
are rushing to the
mourners bearing the coffin
of their departed
one kid is left out and
keeps calling the rest who
are far away
'come! come! hurry
hurry! our much awaited
lunch is ready! '
one weakling with Chinese
eyes stands beside me begging
for my jolibee chicken
' please give me one sir,
i cannot compete with the
rough and the strong'
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