Trek To Nowhere
Cold breeze whipping against my face,
blurred vision of distant moving trees,
roaring drums pounding inside the ears,
bumps and screeches beneath my feet.
Inviting clear skies of china blue,
splurging clouds, gigantic in rows,
resting birds on telephone lines,
a fast escape from society’s bond.
Winding roads flowing up and down,
huge billboards, the face of a clown,
long stretches of dirt and stones,
a dazzling display of incompetence.
Majestic parade of crumbling nipa huts,
country of slaves exploited for long,
naked old men toiling for the land,
none at stake but their tired souls.
City lights flickering from below,
roaming whores hunting for preys,
sounds of sirens, loud and clear,
another heinous crime of man.
Men of hate filled with indifference,
possessed by ghosts, hired by a devil,
cruel leadership of brutes among men,
tears are falling out of pain.
Society with all its cares and woes,
uncertain what tomorrow brings anew,
neglected past of times unknown,
no lesson has been learned.
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