A bullet that curses the skull of your son,
struck the heart in the land,
gnashing teeth, crushing bones, shaken,
a night of tolerable horror, turned savagely violent,
I heard a footsteps dragging life into trouble,
the chap was hurriedly tug to ditches, an offering,
with blood in his stead, not yours to pay, dispensing.
Wailing flooded the streets, the voices eroded the zone,
of which this lad was born, a distress in full blown!
Of power corrupts the diminutive one?
Hail holy gun, the projectile is with you,
blessed are the ammunition among the high vigor,
thy womb, dolefully memorialize the fangs of birth,
gleefully suck the warp of memories out of you,
whose task these intentionally wrap with malice,
slump like a sagging breath, kneeling protrude!
The honorable articulates the local, grandstanding!
Attracting nonsensical parade of moronic act,
even Satan wouldn't want to heed!
The blaring gong of pretentious act to none effect,
amidst weeping, the tidings explode!
An eminent reprisal?
As fragile when cradling of first stride,
gently I cuddle you soft and innocent,
only to feral you'll fade, too early.
I dimmed that day of long lost soul,
at obsequies you rest unfeelingly!
San Mateo, Rizal
September 18, 2017