MILANI JOY R. ULANGCO
Gratus by Milani Ulangco
"Gratus"
by Milani Joy R. Ulangco
I do not know how to start
a poem I know nothing of
Though, I have heard a lot
about him:
He was a demagogue;
giving false hopes to the nation,
depriving them of their rights
people treat him like a god because of his might
People start begging
they want to see a light;
hoping their suffering will end
wanting to stop all these pretends
And one day, they did
They finally stood up
Though, they thought
giving up was their last resort
I didn't get to witness them fight
I hope I did, I hope I was there that night
And I guess that's what kept them going:
hope
That at the end of the day,
they'd still be complete and stay sane
But, who am I to suppose what actually happened?
I cannot tell for I am not a witness
There were victims and he was the suspect
All I hear and watch are mere snips
by the people who were there;
the ones who have experienced hell
But. I still cannot tell
This is a poem I know nothing about
This is the poem I did not know where to start
But the end is near
When people faced their fear
However, the aftermaths are still evident and clear
All I can say is:
Thank God, I am still here.
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