Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Why pump the lifeblood
Of poor nations with Aid
From modern Titans?
This Aid’s a footstool of Ceasar.
‘Tis nothing but cancer that encroaches
Upon the weak body of the recipient:
Eroded are the remaining vestiges
Of moral strength for the Poor’s will
To rise from the maelstrom of wretchedness;
‘Tis the fattest of parasites
That rapidly saps all nourishment
From the Poor’s ulcerated belly;
‘Tis an aromatic essence
That later reveals its baneful powers
To asphyxiate the struggling breather
Towards Hamlet sleep.
For by now victims ought to recognize
When abominable vampires strike;
Blood loss in such sucking vein is much too different
From blood gained from an altruistic donor.
[Writ. 04 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]