A UTOPIAN DREAM
Have you wondered why
we have remained poor?
Poor. Despite our having
vast resources?
Vast resources,
yet underdeveloped.
Underdeveloped yet,
hemmed in our growth.
I
Communism In The Philippine Setting
In boondocks, godless tribe
of warriors thrive.
Thrive, men espousing
a meaningless fight.
Fight our government,
our ordained leaders.
Leaders, they who govern
us unperturbed.
Unperturbed, they brainwash
the unwashed poor.
Poor wallow in quagmires
of poverty.
Poverty defrocked them
of dignity.
Dignity is what we all
need to live.
To live in peace, love,
and equal chances.
Equal chances for jobs
fit for men.
Men have used every
plausible reason.
Reason to kill our
nation's armed forces.
Armed forces, our great nations's peacemakers.
Peacemakers who have succumb to bullets.
Bullets, arms made their rugged life unstill.
Unstill, always running
into the wilds.
Wilds provided their cover,
hungry, scared.
Scared, scarred communist ideolouges at war.
At war in blood-red coloured battlegrounds.
Battlegrounds lay heroes
and rebels dead.
Dead ideologies must
be abandoned.
Abandoned and peace
be negotiated.
Negotiated, resolved
for our own good.
Good times must come,
all must live like brothers.
Brothers, heal this
forsaken land, ruined.
Ruined by a cause
long irrelevant.
Irrelevant, pushed
for personal gains.
Gains made from
the blood of the innocent.
Innocent youth lured
to hold arms to kill.
Kill their parent's dream
for them to succeed
Succeed in their careers
which schools provide.
Provide avenues for rebels'
return.
Return to the folds of law,
let peace reign.
Peace reign in our country,
unshackled, free.
Free from unsettling ideologies.
Ideologies have caused
farms abandoned.
Abandoned, gospel
of God's truth, unpreached.
Unpreached because God
is not in their scheme.
Scheme to grab power,
and rule like god.
God, Almighty, to thee
we bow our heads.
II
The Oligarchs
The poor prays, "God,
give us our daily bread"
Give us our daily bread
for fridge we don't have.
We do not have humongous bank accounts.
Bank accounts that most
holy churchmen have.
Churchmen have money
that lasts ten lifetimes.
Ten lifetimes? Do they
ever trust their God?
Their God? Perhaps, they
are not children of God.
Children of God are the
poor whom he blesses.
He blesses them,
assures them of eternal life.
Eternal life is what
they all long for.
All long for eternal
bliss in heaven.
In heaven above,
there are no churchmen.
Churchmen operating exclusive schools.
Schools with very expensive tuition fees.
Fees that the poor cannot afford to pay.
To pay for their sins of omission and commission.
Sin of omission that will land them in hell.
Hell, this Partenza Repreza
is fun.
Fun to be in a place where there ain't churchmen.
Churchmen who invested in stocks, not in men.
Men who are poor shouted Hallelujah.
Hallelujah...Almighty God,
Most High.
Almighty God, Most High,
our rest, refuge.
Our refuge, unto thee we
put our trust.
III
THE CHURCH
Priests say there's heaven,
eternal life awaits.
Eternal life awaits those
who preach true love.
Love unconditionally
as God loves.
God loves and abhors inequality.
Inequality between rich
and poor,
Poor live in squallor,
rich swim in their wealth.
Wealth and poverty shows
a great divide.
A great divide in a society governed.
Governed by politicians,
yet we're poor.
Poor? Who cares? They
aren't the kleptocrats' friends.
Friends who never really
cared for the poor.
Poor people are God's
children whom he loves.
He loves them just
as he cares for the birds.
Birds, like the poor men,
will not go hungry.
Hungry and shivering
in the cold nights
IV
The Great Equalizer
Poor are kept in a bind
by this triad.
Triad of communists,
church, and leaders.
Leaders have come
and gone, legacy none.
None have lifted
the poor from poverty.
Poverty, unshackled,
we shall all rise.
Rise from depths
of utter depredation.
Depredation reined in,
wight in the night.
Night now buried,
a bright future awaits.
Bright future awaits us
who dare to dream.
Dream for a new order,
equality reigns.
Equality reigns,
new society evolves.
Evolves A UTOPIAN DREAM,
heaven on earth.
Note:
This piece in the link below which was posted on Bloggers Depot a few years ago is my first foray into the world of poetry . I deconstructed it myself into a Partenza Represa format. The new format practically retains the thoughts embedded in the original piece without losing its appeal for change and equality. We will continue to dream for our country. The dream catchers may just be lurking around the corner.
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