It was the day of the fluvial procession of September 15, 2001,
You wanted to join Our Lady’s Mardi Gras from Cathedral to Basilica.
From Jacob Extension of ABC Barracks we hurriedly went to Mother Seton.
Over humps and rugged terrain and avoiding the traffic of Bicol’s fiesta.
Eleven thirty P.M. you came out of your mother’s womb so white
Your cries in the night in the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows
Was welcome music in our ears that made that night so bright!
Henceforth, your piano and violin, soothing comfort delightfully flows.
Now Sixteen this 2017, you celebrate life with greater wisdom and grace,
While this twisted war on drugs now prey on our youth and teens.
Unsatisfied with the massacre of 16 down south in their quota race,
This greed to kill has become ruthless in our beloved Philippines.
In broad daylight or darkness of the night, creeps the DEATH deluge.
Captured in CCTVs or not, thousands shrouded, taped and terminated.
In prison, on the streets, or the sanctity of the home: no more safe refuge.
Slain bodies with drugs and guns: the accounts memorized and scripted.
“Do not pre-judge our police!” the chief ROCK pleads with tears.
The Hell, they are the judges now and executioners: Murderers in Uniform!
“There is no policy of summary killing!” In their custody, just DEAD BODIES!
Life and Human Rights do not matter, once a suspect, that’s your doom!
The CHR must not question and investigate governmental policy
A thousand peso budget shall make this with effectivity,
Unless the Chairman resigns for the next one to assume blindly,
So that thousands more shall be eliminated with more impunity!
Amidst these dark times of death and sorrow
Our Lady shows the way to our Lord and Maestro.
The church bells now sound for us to hear and follow
Viva La Virgen! Viva El Divino Rostro!
(September 15, 2017)
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