Eggheads wondered how the bumble bee
An aeronautical monstrosity
That by design is not supposed to fly
Keeps on blissfully flitting, buzzing by.
Instant prophets, too, kept prophesying---
"This government won't last. There's no denying
"Tell-tale signs, the end is well in sight.
"Cory's People Power had lost its might."
They saw the end in six months to a year.
The trouble is with neither greed nor fear
Nor knowledge that we're not supposed to last
We're still around many moons have passed.
Our battle for all that's true is far from over.
Too often, rights and freedoms are but a cover
For minorities that impose their will
By violence. Who lie and maim and kill.
In the name of equality or social reform.
When reality their only norm
Is ---" end justifies the means." Expediency.
With pharisaical infallibility.
On guard! For Truth! And virtue! Our war goes on!
EDSA was but the coming of the dawn
Upon a people longing to be free.
We struggle on with courage and constancy.
We're passing thru, now good, now turbulent weather
But something beyond us, guides us, keeps us together
Seeking justice, peace, and unity
Emplacing the structures of genuine democracy.
Knowing that no nation is an island
Be its place the rimland, heartland, highland,
We labor that fraternal strife may cease---
All peoples live in friendship and in peace.
Amen, I say unto you, disciples of doom---
The good we plant today, tomorrow will bloom!
For Cory's Government is, like the bee,
Designed by more than mortal you or me.
Sunday Inquirer, 1987
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