RED ROSE
Order is a flow'r that blooms during day
Flimsy branches, firm roots, and born in clay
Its thick leaves are shelter of the common
Yet a cover-up of the demagogue.
T'is foraged by beasts, mired by their feigned howls
Order withers and falters to the ground
For,
What more so than any lion that prowls
Is a nation whose stomach squirms and growls
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Love, The Self, and the Nation: An Anthology
PoesíaA collection of self-written poems in Filipino (Part I), English (Part II), and a little bit of French (Part III) Sharing the world through poetry. Art should cultivate love, the self, and society.