Apr 2016
Where am I supposed to stand
In all this blood and carnage
Where farmers beg for food
In their own homeland
This love is for a nation
Not for another person
For they who care
They were lit like flares
Save this land from all this pain
Abundance of lies and hate
She took a stand and squealed
As her tears fell along with the rain
In all this blood and carnage
Where farmers beg for food
In their own homeland
This love is for a nation
Not for another person
For they who care
They were lit like flares
Save this land from all this pain
Abundance of lies and hate
She took a stand and squealed
As her tears fell along with the rain
This poem is addressed to all the victims of the inhuman violence in the city of Kidapawan (city in the Philippines). Their plea for rice was answered by bullets through their hearts.
