The TV contains budding romances and break ups and new lovers and mistresses of hundred celebrities that made you believe that the world is a merry place.
You made songs for your lover and poems and recited and sing those on the platform in a social media before an audience who would believe that your relationship is a merry go round one.
But the world is not a merry place and relationships are not actually spotless like plates in a dishwashing liquid commercial on a TV that does not exist for the people in Bakwit who fled their lands and walked three hours under the scorching sun as their three month old infants dived in thirst and hunger and mothers and fathers were murdered and gun-fired in brazen daylight.
The TV contains budding romances of celebrities that made you recite love poems and hugots on this very platform as you continue your quest of finding a fling or lament on your unrequited love. You do this You do this while out there out there the world does not revolve in a merry go round ride.
This poem was performed in a slam poetry event in Quezon City, Philippines. I dedicate this piece to the minorities, to the indigenous tribes, to the bearer of timeless cultures and ancient traditions.