might only be a rant..hopefully a possible WIP (work in progress) a few thoughts on what was celebrated today... --------- Today they celebrated freedom. But what freedom?! I was only a child when Ninoy died But I was old enough to feel The choking sadness and despair Framed in moving black and white As if everyone who was watching Distant as Zamboanga may be from Manila Were themselves shot Their fragile candles blown out in a world Already so dark They all watched in silence My mother, my uncles and aunt But I remember their eyes After the vigil that is now known as EDSA I was older, but young enough to be happy Because everyone was happy! And soon, after when the monster was sent away With my passion for the written word I started devouring page after page Books, magazines, and newspapers (currently wondering what Polgas is doing right now.) I do not know Martial Law Save for what I was told by people I trust Save for what I discovered in the banquet of pages: Including what transpired as a result of March 15 1521 Of the KKK (who never took anybody’s baby away) Of the man shot in Bagumbayan of the world at war, twice And all the other wars I know that I have lived “blessed” To live in a world where I can speak out And to be spoken out And yet, for some reason, it seems I have also Lived the past generations in what the Chinese deem as “interesting times” For as long as I have lived, and that I can remember I am not alone in enduring what we have become Of what we have made of what we once were denied Of what was fought for and died for That more than 300 years of Spanish Rule seems Not long enough Or the farce of the Liberation that was nothing but a transaction Or the shame of Occupation Not long enough Not long enough Not too much It was never enough That I sometimes wish We had a war like the ones they say was Civil Kin against kin in behalf of a simple but just idea Or that we witness and endure a son or daughter Of Fat Man or Little Boy Decimate trees, houses, poles Incinerating lives a flash of a ghostly outline in some wall or a souvenir of a tattoo from our very own Holocaust or perhaps a long wall, cold and gray and lifeless so full of sadness that we rage to break it down anything, anything that is powerful enough in its denial of all that is good and just push us just one more step into the void so that we may truly wake up brace ourselves and rise through the ashes and wails of what should never be lost Today they celebrated freedom. But what freedom?! What a freedom!
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 14:40:15 +0000