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SMOKING MY LAST CIGARETTE IN MY POCKET

AFTER THIS, I’LL GO HOME WITH NO REGRET

DISREGARDED SUCCESS

DISHONORED VICTORY

NOW TELL ME IS THIS WORTH THE ENERGY?

DISGUSTED FACE OF EACH NATION

I’LL TRY TO BUY SOME TIME OR MAKE IT IN SLOW MOTION

JUST TO SAVE SOME HOURS

BEFORE WE GO TO WAR

THEIR BATTLE CRY “THIS TERRITORY IS OURS”

WE YELL BACK “THIS ONE IS OURS”

TICKING OF THE CLOCK TURNED TO MINUTES

AND NOW WE ARE SECONDS AWAY

THEY CALLED IT “PARADISE”

I CALLED IT “THE DEMISE OF A PARADISE”

WE ARE ALL SLAVES BY HEART AND IN MIND

ENDLESS TUG OF WAR BETWEEN TAN AND JUAN

NEVER ENDING CLAIM

NEVER ENDING SHAME

STOP THIS NON SENSE AND

LET’S MAKE EVERYTHING AT EASE

LET US TAKE WHAT’S RIGHTFULLY OURS

AND TAKE WHAT’S LEGITIMATELY YOURS

WE SHARE THE SAME SKIN ALL I PRAY IS TO END THIS FEUD CLEAN
Philippines in trouble typhoons are at war
death and destruction all around houses there no more
people there left homeless hoping to survive
waiting in despair for assistance to arrive
contaminated water theres no food to eat
all they have is wreckage all around there feet
all they have is hope for someone just to care
to take them back to safety and get them out of there
when the typhoons over they can build there lives once more
live in peace and harmony just like it was before.
to worry is wasted, I confess I am not immune,
worry of empty board deceives me so: I see through empty cupboards
and night without anything but the bellow of my empty belly.
I see a clear view through  leaded ornamental sacred windows,
see nothing but a pulse, a beating. I hear a beat once muted.
My graciousness bows down.
I hide as does the hungry dog until the quarry is near.
I will spring one day, alight,
into my meadow and seize the cow udder and nurse my being from
vast ****** fields I feed, of words paving my path into,
where I will stand and see me now. As weak and low. See from my arising into what I dream, me, in pity as I was.
To this mount I climb, up around all obstacles. Into the meadow alone.
One great Oak standing, his limbs reaching up.
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