#fakefreedoms

 #fakefreedoms

 

so many #fakenews abound these days

it would seem that's just part of the viral bait

but a song by #joeyayala jolts me to reminisce

it pinches my soul as it pushes out a tear or two 

memories seem to be transported from the past 

i'm sure there is something back then,

a love lost or a heartbreak that has never healed, perhaps 

its melody and words haunt me so 

it plays images of my younger self: 

full of hope and passion 

and a vision of freedom for my beloved people

the words #weareheretobefreeandtofreeothers punch my heart

am I free and have I given others the chance to be free?

the song evokes heart-wrenching emotions

as if all the while I've known that there are #norealfreedoms

in a country where the poor had to die for their food

and the rich gorge themselves with so much food that they die

where the poor live in squalid conditions, in the slums

while the rich, in their huge houses, live all alone

my tears have a reason to fall, afterall,

for the freedoms that we all seem to enjoy may be nothing but #illusions

The Hangman

  The Hangman 

 

By Amy Luz U.Catalan

 

Violence erupts like misdirected bullets targetting

Even the innocent and the imagined perps, 

Ruled by a persona with a bastardized mind that even the 

Demon inside him cowers and recoils. 

Unlawfully inhuman to deep-six his enemies, 

Guilty lackeys divert the notoriety 

Or sneak around the ground like rats scurrying to hide in the dark. 

 

Dead are the thousands: guilty or sinless?

Even his executioners are unsure, yet they kill like mindless guard dogs!

 

Freakishly strong and iron-willed he fabricates himself to be;

In a land where both the impoverished and the schooled act as his

Lapdogs, the lot as virulent as the pandemic that ravages and 

Insidiously contaminates the vulnerable, moreso the 

Puppets that willingly deliver the soul of the nation 

In a silver casket of rotting dreams and hopes; the wise, left with 

No choice, cornered by false promises

Are now restive, their spirits want to resist the lunacy 

Since this lyncher has been foolishly enthroned.

Silenced

 Silenced

By Amy Luz U. Catalan

The noose that’s been placed around their necks 

The muzzle of a gun pointed at their  heads

These are meant to silence them.

The despots rule this as the new normal:

Of the terrors that infest these days

Of the rapes of their sovereignty and of their protagonists

Whose dignities have been trampled

By the dotard that his zealots culled on that ballot day.

These should jolt them, like a whiplash, 

To cause them to feel its damage to their pride.

They must  remember the memories of that other law 

That history painted with barbed wires and water tubes

Forced down the throats of the young and the  idealistic 

Whose lives were cut short by the iron scourge.

Those images still haunt them

As history has never been learned

By the paladins- a repeat of the same evil.

These people, with a deep passion for liberation

Will soon cut the chains that weigh them down.

They need to be free and give others that chance to be.

The hope of this nation will take up the cudgels of dissent,

In a country where the poor had to die for their rights

And the rich gorge themselves with so much

They get away like nothing‘s happened. 

This silence is deafening; 

For though the people stopped marching out

This terror of a law will wither

When the will to be unfettered is fueled

By their yearning to be unchained.

Until they are silenced no more!