ART OF A CALL
The Cid
This is the art of a call
For our beloved municipality,
For the victims of explosions
And also for their families.
When the well-being of a man
Has its date of expiry,
Can we still mark the Philippines
As a tranquil country?
The one who rules,
And the one who follows
Are supposed to be a pair.
Benevolence should be extolled
When crisis is everywhere.
Bloody land was contributed
By wounded hands of the fighters.
It's the night of our spree,
And was the eve of the snipers.
How lamentable it was
For me to hear their wails.
From my whereabouts, I see
Tearful eyes that hail.
Beneath hades,
There were bodies
That were lifeless─
Crammed with nails.
And the site of that incident,
Delineates the nation and its fails.
This is the art of a call
From broken hearts in the pages.
Y'all can see it in the paper─
We're not in need of your pledges!
What causes my anxiety
Are decrees that are useless!
Protection? Worthless!
Take the justice out of the process!
We need changes
As much as we want you all
To hear our call.
Get us out of this wrangle
As soon as possible.
