Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
SONGBIRD’S MELODY
SONGBIRD’S MELODY
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Songbird of the country
Please sing your tunes tirelessly
On valleys and hills
Sing afloat your theatre of amusement!
You are forever rewarded
With rice, shelter, care
By humble folks who truly cherish you.
Sing!
Sing for them! – the poor and wretched—
They who were left forlorn
By trusted lords
By false guardians of welfare
By deified magnates;
They who are now casting
New lives for themselves
New hopes toward betterment.
O! Songbird so dear!
Lift them up from slumber!
[Writ. 26 May 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]
Monday, April 9, 2012
ON RETIREMENT
ON RETIREMENT
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Why dream of retiring at age 60 or 65?
Has life not gloriously revealed
The exquisite beauty within you
That shines all the more
With each day of doing?
Will retirement not compel you
Into dark dens of nothingness
Push you to the brink
Of cancerous boredom that kills
In every second of its conquest?
Continue to share to all fellowmen
The sublime makings of your trade
Be these in simple or intricate form.
For Life has endowed you
With blessings aplenty
Since the first day that you saw
The undying Light of the sun.
[Writ. 04 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]
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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
AID, MORE AID!
AID, MORE AID!
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.]