Salute To a Man of Mud With An Unblemished Heart

Salute to a Man of Mud with an Unblemished Heart Rommel E. Gabitan Clouds of mud cover his forsaken face His hair showing strands of entangled complexities His arms are covered with stingy memories With all the world’s judgmental presumptions He wanders in the corners of our fallen castles Filled with hatred,, ignorance and neglect of men We hear not his voice but deep in his heart He is shouting “Hey, have mercy on me!” We dream of Cinderellas and Prince Charmings But this Man of Grease has nothing to cherish Except finding tranquility and serenity of mind In the midst of emptiness, yet he resembles a smile! Woe to you people wearing clothes of pretention Glittering with false gold and silver of indignation You eat chocolates of sugar coated bitterness Yet you spit sour drops of your putrid arrogance He is a man swarmed with grease, mud and flies He eats the leftovers of our bountiful banquets But I say to you, he eats with dignity and cleanliness For his heart is pure and sincere, despite his ugliness