While I’m packing my things as I will leave Mandaluyong for maybe three weeks to go back home for a while, I came across a piece of paper with an old poem I wrote years ago, way back in college. The date is 13/October/2005. Here it is:
MOCK ME NOW
Once,
When idealism
Have evaded my thought
I have struggled
To free myself
To soar high into
Utopian thinking
Brushing away the
Naked truth
Of absurd ugliness
Of the material.
Then,
Here they come: comrades
Prophesying truths
Unmasking demi-god’s reign
The larger prison
That have enveloped us
So long.
They come abducting
Enlightening,
Taking.
Until,
Juveniles weak in strength
Come and go
Swayed and stayed.
Still, history moves
Forward with them
Objectively
Subjectively.
I once
Told you this:
“I’m afraid that
I will once again
Recreate a world
Of my own,
Estranged
Divorced
From the
Red connection. +++
Ridiculous, isn’t it?
bet. :)
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