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In the Land Called Kabute October 15, 2008

Posted by pilibustero in Personal.
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By the cogon grass and the stealthy stink,
I figured under the morning mist.
Where I in my solitude sit,
reminiscing the havoc that wreak our homes.
The phantom eats the day,
and the monster kills today.
The shanties! Where art thou?
Children wept.
The ageless stood by the lingering siege.
Canons fire at the flames of hell.
Where warm, humble body resides.
The dragon is bound to kill.
Souls now drowned to tears.
Fiery, ruthless and proud.
Where art thy shanties?
The trees are now one with the earth.
We will soon forget the bitterness and aches, alike.
We’ll up in arms under the mushroom cloud,
And poison that dragon that fall us prey.

-for the people of Sitio Kabute who now faces demolition.

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