I see people from a distance
Crawling into their lives every day
Breeding their mind and heart of vengeance
Pitiful for the innocent society
I just couldn’t look a saint or be convince
On storm they oh contradiction or only tolerance
Forget the history the events that make a day
Loving the war that drink and dance they are
No Moses can believe salvation or illusion
To provoke God, action or endless crucifixion
But instead hatred is only to convey
The disregard of looks still couldn’t miss a way
The broken dreams that flashes day by day
Through the years only tears
Anywhere anybody’s to treasure
It’s unkind very unruly but what can I say
Life anyway that’s the reality
(City of Mati, Philippines 1998)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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