Posted in poem, protest poetry, social realism

And they will say ‘Mea culpa!’

Woe unto them that decree unrighteous decrees, and that write grievousness [which] they have prescribed;

To turn aside the needy from judgment, and to take away the right from the poor of my people, that widows may be their prey, and [that] they may rob the fatherless!

And what will ye do in the day of visitation, and in the desolation [which] shall come from far? To whom will ye flee for help? And where will ye leave your glory?
Without me they shall bow down under the prisoners, and they shall fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand [is] stretched out still.

Isaiah 10: 1 – 4, King James Version

Don’t weep, my Friends: prison walls
Cannot suppress thine spirit; it will remain free:
As free as the birds soaring up high,
Above the hills of your land.

Even if  they say, “Aha! We have captured them!
We torment them day and night!
We are triumphant as we capture
The subversives of this brown land!”

They laugh to their hearts content
Singing songs of scorn against you.
They say, “Aha! We have imprisoned them
And they will never be free!”

But history will prove them wrong.
One day – that one fateful day
When the Sun is flaming red and yellow
In that bright, blue skies of the East

They will hear footsteps
They will tremble and they will swallow
Their own tongues while their hearts
Are beating terribly fast.

Their singing will cease
Their merriment will end
No more pouring of wine
And laughing, and hooting

Yes, that they will come
That their merriment will cease
As they are shaking like the aratiles trees
As habagat violently kisses its branches.

The color of their faces will soon fade
As they hear the footsteps of a marching
Strong, unbeatable army
Of angels and seraphims named all named Masa:

Yes, they will shake—
They will terribly shake like the santol tree
And will have their fruits and twigs
Fall off the ground.

They will rot there
The blood-covered loam will devour them
And they will be remembered no more
No markers for them – they will be the “Forgotten”

And History will write in her pages
These strong, inerasable words:
“The enemies of freedom have been defeated
“They have been cast in eternal fire of the God’s people’s wrath!

“They are now the prisoners
And soon they will be judged
Their sins against the poor and the unprivileged
Will be accounted and they will receive their punishment!

“The Righteous Judge will render Her Judgement:
“Guilty! Beyond reasonable doubt!
They are the ones who must suffer
Not the righteous one!

“Let the healers of the wounded
Be set free – let them roam!
Like the deers in the forest
Let them run free!

“Let their healing hands
Once again touch the souls
Of the sick and the ill
And make them well!

“And for these false defenders
These pseudo-army of the people
Be punished and be cursed
And in the time of their demise – be remembered no more!”

And everyone in the Halls of True justice
Will say: “Aye! Aye! Aye!
Even if the adjudged will say: “Nay! Nay! Nay!
Their voices will be devoured by deep and endless silence.

They will cry and weep and moan
Because of their guilt.
Even if they will say: “Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!”
It will be too late. For they are now judged. Imprisoned. Forgotten…

Antipolo City
24 March 2010
11:30 AM

Author:

Isa lamang ordinaryong miron at mapangarapin si Noel Sales Barcelona na nagnanais magsulat ng hinggil sa kaniyang nadarama.

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