Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Where one belongs, Between sense and senseless
By JC Nigado


Where one belongs
Tells the person’s state,
In a nation divided
By the memory of Betrayal.

There are only two types                                        All religions are false
Who root for Marcos:                                               By JC Nigado
Those who don’t know
Or knowing narrow;                                                
And those who advantaged.                                  All religions are false
                                                                                   When one claims true
But there are all kinds                                             And all others untrue
Who rout out Marcos:
Those who know                                                     Truth is fundamental, if
Or knowing wide;                                                    Universal within and cosmic
And those who remember.                                    Without, we save ourselves

All else deeming silence                                       All are of God
Are such midnight flies                                          One is just an example,
Denying  light and wake,                                       A face in time and space
Until they’re dashed!                                              
                                                                                 There’s something true
Why sit and sleep?                                                 In all religions
When our stand defines us                                    Made by man
Better to submit than                                                
Be stubborn and broken,                                        In his image and likeness
Like Solzhenitsyn?                                                  God persists,
                                                                                  Like the Devil
But then again, a warming:          
“We are all criminals
If we remain silent…”
Aptly said Zweig, the Austrian
Amok boy in Brazil.

Where one belongs
Is a thing of choice,
Of a self asunder
Between sense and senseless.


After noon, Tuesday, 9 August 2016
Tagurabong City, Philippines

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