The World I Know Poem by Vicente Añonuevo

There are times when the day becomes night
A night struck by the afflatus of the day
A day felt the mourning of the night
And a mytho-pattern, a singing line or two
Is the cadence with an accelerated heartbeat of the people.
There are times when a single felt idea, image, or metaphor becomes the cadaver of injustices
It is the world I know
A world full of exploitation and oppression
A world in which injustices are prevail
A world where the few are the ones who have privilege to live
It is the world where we live in
I will take a nap for a while and I will more dreaming, and I may understand
much more than for every minute
I close my eyes we have lost the sixty seconds of our life
I will systematically sequester all the things
Not only for their importance but for their meanings
Perhaps I will think first before I rhetorically say all the things
This is the world I know
A world full of strange and ambiguous but precise
And myriads of golden beads which lay down on the bosom of the earth
Tell us how this world becomes important to the children of the soil
But unfortunately, these children of soil which give more importance to the myriad of golden beads
Is the one who suffers the burden create by the monsters of greed
It is the world I know
A world full of deception and perplexity
It is aghast to all of us when we tend to know the real situation
The keen of poverty which has been suffered by the children of the soil
Is the rock spring, that we shall fetch
For the momentous struggle and liberation
The ferocious monster of greed has been totally defeated
It is the world I know
A world of series struggle and liberation
A world free from deprivation and starvation
From inequality and injustice
From domination and exploitation
A world living in God's promise of interconnectedness in peace that's anchored on
justice
It is the world I know