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blind are the marks we make
the forms we take
as our souls are baked
liked bread
from the dead we rise
like fireflies
crimes are the lies
they once told you
as once upon a time
fire tied us to our minds
so now we must combine
sweat instead of cement
and make our beds in nests
instead of houses
blessed we are
that threats of harm
have never come to pass
and in hundreds
of pairs of arms
we have found the company
which protects us
so burn this ancient form of misery
like parchment in the dawn
though storms may temporarily
threaten our soveriegnty
i’ll keep you warm
until whatever comes after eternity
you ply me
with honey-soaked harmony
and still i'm happy to spy on you
daily
Juan45th Mar 12
In the beginning, there are tribes.
There are tribal war,
Death is the only option.

Then spanish came, with the might
of the Cross.
they introduced peace with Christ.

Some tribe accept the Cross,
Some accept the conflict
and death is only await.

They don't prevail for long,
and the Cross brought inside,
the islands become Christian.

But that's not the end of the happy ending,
Some will always make conflict.
and the war will begin.

Because of evil habit,
We always want conflict.

We killed our owned hereos,
We killed the Chieftain who deffended the soveriegnty,
We killed the Supremo who wants independence,
We killed the only General we have.

They died because of love of country,
They died because of love of money,
They died because of us.

and now, the only President we have,
might die in the hands of our own foolishness.

— The End —