#marcos - Hello Poetry

they stormed out the corners, the screamers, the signs, all black. but no longer occult. i tried to walk past all the mourners in lines, but my heart was my pillar of salt. can heaven forgive me that i could not come? please carry my soul to your flame! i’ll tend to my garden and pray you reach home — but i know that it isn’t the same. though clouds round you gather, each knight noble stands; the rain is the least of the cost. o sable crusaders, my hand in your hands, i will march with the ghosts of the lost.

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Dec 19, 2020

Dec 19, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC

henriediosa

21 september 2018

they stormed out the corners, the screamers, the signs, all black. but no longer occult. i tried to walk past all the mourners in lines, but my heart was my pillar of salt. can heaven forgive me that i could not come? please carry my soul to your flame! i’ll tend to my garden and pray you reach home — but i know that it isn’t the same. though clouds round you gather, each knight noble stands; the rain is the least of the cost. o sable crusaders, my hand in your hands, i will march with the ghosts of the lost.

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keep talking keep remembering say the names of the ones who fought with paper and pen say the names of those who protested say the names of the ones who were tortured the ones whose deaths were written out and fabricated for them the ones who were taken from their families never to be found or buried say the names of the ones whose futures and lives were taken away under the rule of a dictator who got away with it. no, we won't let it all fall into their bloodied hands. we won't let them rewrite our history for their pride; say the names of the ones lost, the ones who fought until our voices are loud enough and our words are visible in the name of justice. we will keep remembering, we will never forget.

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC

panaginip

always remember, never forget.

keep talking keep remembering say the names of the ones who fought with paper and pen say the names of those who protested say the names of the ones who were tortured the ones whose deaths were written out and fabricated for them the ones who were taken from their families never to be found or buried say the names of the ones whose futures and lives were taken away under the rule of a dictator who got away with it. no, we won't let it all fall into their bloodied hands. we won't let them rewrite our history for their pride; say the names of the ones lost, the ones who fought until our voices are loud enough and our words are visible in the name of justice. we will keep remembering, we will never forget.

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Diba nandoon ka noong sila'y humingi ng tulong noong sila'y hinuli at sinaktan ng walang kalaban-laban noon sila'y tinrato na hayop ng sarili nilang kababayan. Diba narinig mo ang iyak ng mga batang dinuyan sa tunog ng bala noong ang mga nanay nila na dapat kakanta ay hindi na makita. Diba nakita **** nanaig ang kapangyarihan kaysa sa kanilang karapatan? Nandoon ka sa bawat iyak sa bawat sigaw pero hindi mo sila sinagip mula sa kapangyarihang puno ng galit. Ngayon nama'y kami ang naririto mga bagong saksi ng pagkatalo mga sundalong walang armas pero pilit ipinaglalaban ang katotohanan. Kailanma'y hindi magiging sapat ang mga libro para ikwento ang pait para aming maramdaman ang sakit. Pero ngayong araw mga mata'y luluha muli ang mga sugat ay muling hahapdi. Ngayong araw kinalimutan ang kasaysayan kaya't pasensya na mga anak kung aming napabayaan kung ibang pananaw na ang inyong daratnan O Pilipinas, ikaw pa ba ang Perlas ng Silangan?

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC

lilyofthevalley

Perlas ng Silangan

Diba nandoon ka noong sila'y humingi ng tulong noong sila'y hinuli at sinaktan ng walang kalaban-laban noon sila'y tinrato na hayop ng sarili nilang kababayan. Diba narinig mo ang iyak ng mga batang dinuyan sa tunog ng bala noong ang mga nanay nila na dapat kakanta ay hindi na makita. Diba nakita **** nanaig ang kapangyarihan kaysa sa kanilang karapatan? Nandoon ka sa bawat iyak sa bawat sigaw pero hindi mo sila sinagip mula sa kapangyarihang puno ng galit. Ngayon nama'y kami ang naririto mga bagong saksi ng pagkatalo mga sundalong walang armas pero pilit ipinaglalaban ang katotohanan. Kailanma'y hindi magiging sapat ang mga libro para ikwento ang pait para aming maramdaman ang sakit. Pero ngayong araw mga mata'y luluha muli ang mga sugat ay muling hahapdi. Ngayong araw kinalimutan ang kasaysayan kaya't pasensya na mga anak kung aming napabayaan kung ibang pananaw na ang inyong daratnan O Pilipinas, ikaw pa ba ang Perlas ng Silangan?

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