Thoughts after 4:05 AM
Pardon for the thought but the situation compels one to create poetry. Especially in a middle of the night when everyone sleeps, yours truly felt compelled to write poems the way he expressed social concerns in his writeups. And like his earlier poems expect several pieces sounds like "a call to arms", "expressing dissent", if not "expressing love" especially to someone he was inspired to and thus compelleth to write.
And as any other writer who expressed concern, the poems also served as witness to the events be it the memories of the past actions, of someone who inspires (and thus felt love), to that of voicing concerns about the pandemic and the order's half-hearted, corrupted response. Such thoughts if not concerns would say makes one can't sleep but instead compels to write whether in a form of opinion or this.
It was the day I met you my love
When the struggle in the streets intensifies
As we look at each other
On the time action arise
That we hear stirring speeches
And seeing painted murals
And of riot policemen wanting to beat
In a time joy was at its feat
I felt the beauty as I saw, met you
If not your lovely charm
Especially in a time of possible disquiet
And from others a likely harm
But despite those What I saw was happiness
Especially when we encounter us two felt the gladness
And to think that you are with your comrade-friends
No worries as I would say, especially that your beauty lingers
But despite these joys doesn't stop the worry
Especially in a time when tyrants wanting to spoil everyone's hopes
That instead of a just and lasting peace all desire
The peace of the graveyard is what the order aspire
That we hear news of arrests and deaths
Spreading fear against concerned folks, of sowing intrigue against the rest
Not surprising as the order desperate to "win hearts and minds"
To those victimised by their damages that end trying to deny
That of seeing riot policemen willing to beat us
With truncheons prepared wanting to spoil the show
While apologists mocking our justified actions
As if they're concerned about the nation and its struggle
Still the news reports find how calm and festive the people
As speeches and songs resonate the nation's concern
If not venting anger against the system whose master
A stooge of the foreign overlord and of its local exploiter
Doesn't matter whether the apologist mock us
As the reason to march on the streets as just
Despite the threats of truncheon or guns
Expect steeled hearts prevail amongst concerned
That their conscience clear as risks occurred
It doesn't matter about their lives and instead doesn't want stop the fight
And like you my dear you chose to take part
For in seeking truth from facts
To resist is itself becoming a must
For sure some will say how strange for someone beautiful
Taking part in events dismissed harmful
But this reality demands more Gabrielas than Maria Claras
Of Salomes wanting to join modern-day Tanos and Eliases.
My dear, have courage!
Your beauty linger so is your valour
Like roses having both petals and thorns
The struggle, like love, resonates as ever.
"They want their lives to recover
(even it requires dismantling the corrupted order)"
For sure the orderists deny this
That corruption continues to linger
As their self-serving bureaucrats
Trying to deny their actions whatsoever
That they profited the times everyone seriously concerned
Instead of creating immense sacrifices
That they exploit those who truly matter
In a time when pestilence of illness for year and months linger
The bureaucrats deny just like their lazy master
Who trying to protect them from scrutiny of the concerned folk
That from the session halls they demand transparency
In every transaction for they're worry about the people's money
But that boss chose to protect the corrupted
The way he assail those who seriously concerned
Dismissing two and fro as mere politickings
Especially as next year's election draws near
But this is not mere politicking
As the folk's live and money at stake
No matter the orderists trying to save their besieged master
The folk's concern doesn't stop either
They have enough of corrupt bureaucrats
Trying to exploit this concerning matter
Where lives and livelihoods is at stake
They want folks to heal and country to recover
Even it requires dismantling a corrupt goddamned order
"Thoughts for the pandemic-marred all hallows"
Expect all hollows when people visiting their love one's graves
If not offering flowers, prayers to their cherished one's cremated remains
Of recalling the unforgettable memories
Especially before this year-long pandemic
As everyone still worrying despite having completed their jabs
While bureaucrats profiting their concerns and tolerated by their lazy boss
And now either trying to justify or deny their moves
As they face the proceedings from those concerning after people's money
Quite worrying as I do recall their worries
Especially as the order changing their classifications
Whether they allow to go out or not
If not limiting their right to eat inside preferring their food be "take out"
Also worrying as they remember their loved ones
Of those passed away because of this pandemic
Even expressed dismay as they hear bureaucrats denying
Especially when they're implicated in the proceeding
Pardon if this thought becoming political
For the fact that everyone's lives at stake
They simply wanted to return to things normal
As they take the jab from whatever brands they take
Doesn't matter whether it is Sinovac or Moderna
Pfizer, Sputnik by Gamelaya
They just wanted to revive their lives, livelihoods
If not sick and tired of the order that's intentionally misunderstood
"Yearning for a 'chill'"