“A requiem for Ericson Acosta”
He may be gone,
But his works live forever
The order just killed a messenger
But the message will soon create another
The order and its attack dogs
For now trying to block the way
But sooner or even later
More to follow the once fallen as they seize the day
Expect the lies to hurl on him
Like the recent news played today
But truth stands with the people
Diminishing what the order say
For he stood at the folk’s side
Who inspired him to write
Earning praises over scorn
As his works brought tide against the norm
If not listening to their pleas
And assert the need for a just peace
Like the poems he wrote and sung
Peace, hope, and freedom rung
Is just peace be disregarded
By interests whose hands tainted
In the name of order as they said
Should it require being bled?
And now with he arrested, then beaten
And be reinterpreted as from an encounter fallen
This reminds of the past statements
Calling subversives those who express true sentiments
By so-called state agencies, with old and new personages
Expressing the same hysterical messages
Calling a concerned folk as criminals, rebels, terrorists
When is being thoughtful about one’s country crime at least?
Thus no wonder why there are those who chose resistance
Neither “law” nor “heaven” will stand against their way
If that is the means to assert just peace
A land to till, a just wage to pay
No matter how many arrested, killed, or disappeared
More will stand fight back to clear the way
Through every piece, every work, every action
The message sums it all: seize the day!
Again be it poem, essay, play, or song
The message he made lasts forever long
Despite the heckle, libel, or threat
The message is for the masses whom he truly belongs
Every written piece becomes bullets
As hearts and minds ablaze
Willing to jump into the endless abyss
Willing to die as they clamour for change