BAKAS

Up until into your heart, A knife or a bullet struck, And you shall cry out loud, No more words then will come out. Yes, many will surely mourn. The relatives of the many fallen, They are certain of moving on, Not death but justice is heaven. ---- 7 September 2017 Misamis Occidental Jaybee Mercado

Knew it’s a sharp knife, But in the blade you gripped tight, Liquid flowing called blood, Pouring down fast to the land. Been told to work harder, To make the future brighter. Done all efforts and all try outs, No matter how slippery the hard courts.  Like the grasses in the plains and mountains, Denuded and flattened they became. But, in every morning and sunrise. Grasses will grow not by surprise.  Success is true and real. Of course with the hard-sweaty deals. To be free is not for free. We’ve got to break the yoke all the way. --- Remo Camote 6 September 2017 Zamboanga del Sur