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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