Was it death beyond living?
Or was it living across death?
The promised land of where the mother spew life
Is now flooded with lies
The best pearls of the orient across the seas
All of them were colored with hatred
They tried to wash them using the waters
Full of lies of blues
Amidst the man watching the light run away
He calmly sat down, waiting for the stars of hope to fall down
Or does it even exist?
In the world where guns speak for the dead.
And dust represents fear of life.
I long for peace no more
When nobody wanted it less.
Blinded by the God they worship
Who would die by hands of the no one
The ears longed for the lies,
eyes of manipulation
And here where blood tries to escape through holes.
I long for peace no more
For the kingdom I have is four feet wide.
Six feet deep
I am the slave of ideas.
BINABASA MO ANG
Museo Ng Manunulat
PoetryAlam mo na ba ang patakaran sa loob ng museo? Hindi? Bago ka lang sa Museo ng Manunulat? Ah. Ganun ba? Sige, makinig kang mabuti. Maligayang pagpasok sa Museo ng Manunulat. Mag-log-in na lang sa desk sa harap (Pumasok ka sa buhay niya. Nagpakil...
