Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Too many wars have come and gone in this eden
Some have ceased yet others rage ceaseless embers
Even the carabaos wonder when they’d end at last
As eagles say “we see no end to them from atop”
Fed up are folks and erudite ones to the sporty wars
Already in hell of poverty their hells upped
All the more like grinder tools smouldering bones
They wait for simple peace without messiahs
Weary am I too for all those bombs & gun fires
Add now the terrorists’ swaths of destruction anew
I could only sit and pray for the ascension moment
Though that sounds silly like pepperoni & chili
[Philippines, 22 April 2010.]
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Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
WAR
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
War is the namesake of the islands
A Dantean discernment will not
Permit one to argue that
The archipelago
Is a paradise
Lost or regained
Of the islands’ fetid state
Excrement and humans sanctimoniously fuse
They cajole in ecstatic screams
Over killings and bombings
Gore is everyday’s luscious panorama
We’re brought back to Rome
Here
Where jubilant crowds satiate themselves
With sights of bloody gladiators
In combat
Brought back to Jesus’ Jerusalem still
Since everyone wants to play
Pilate
Guiltless of motives behind
Wars
In hinterlands
In cities
Is gore the imprimatur of honor indeed?
Just like blood is eaten as delicacy?
[Writ. 29 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
War is the namesake of the islands
A Dantean discernment will not
Permit one to argue that
The archipelago
Is a paradise
Lost or regained
Of the islands’ fetid state
Excrement and humans sanctimoniously fuse
They cajole in ecstatic screams
Over killings and bombings
Gore is everyday’s luscious panorama
We’re brought back to Rome
Here
Where jubilant crowds satiate themselves
With sights of bloody gladiators
In combat
Brought back to Jesus’ Jerusalem still
Since everyone wants to play
Pilate
Guiltless of motives behind
Wars
In hinterlands
In cities
Is gore the imprimatur of honor indeed?
Just like blood is eaten as delicacy?
[Writ. 29 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]
Friday, May 14, 2010
ATOMIC SLUMBER
Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Go far away to the remotest desert
Where you’ll rest forever unnoticed
You pestilent idea of Atomic War!
Have mercy on the farmer
Who’s been wishing to raise
His family to full decency
And so too on the labourer
Whose sweat has been aspiring
To transmute into purest gold
For the betterment of basic living.
Go far away to the remotest desert
Where you’ll be buried in oblivion
You pestilent thought of Atomic War!
Have mercy on children whose smiles
And plays irradiate the world
With untarnished love and devotion
For they deserve to reap
The harvests of good works
They’re noble inheritors of Mother Earth.
Go far away to the remotest desert
Where you shall slumber forever
You pestilent idea of Atomic War!
And may the champion of the Light
Smash all Bombs—abominable icons of Lucifer—
To inutility inasmuch as Life
Has been unto everyone endowed
Not plainly to vaporize
In the hot blazing ovens
Of detonated thermonuclear devices.
[Writ. 04 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]
Go far away to the remotest desert
Where you’ll rest forever unnoticed
You pestilent idea of Atomic War!
Have mercy on the farmer
Who’s been wishing to raise
His family to full decency
And so too on the labourer
Whose sweat has been aspiring
To transmute into purest gold
For the betterment of basic living.
Go far away to the remotest desert
Where you’ll be buried in oblivion
You pestilent thought of Atomic War!
Have mercy on children whose smiles
And plays irradiate the world
With untarnished love and devotion
For they deserve to reap
The harvests of good works
They’re noble inheritors of Mother Earth.
Go far away to the remotest desert
Where you shall slumber forever
You pestilent idea of Atomic War!
And may the champion of the Light
Smash all Bombs—abominable icons of Lucifer—
To inutility inasmuch as Life
Has been unto everyone endowed
Not plainly to vaporize
In the hot blazing ovens
Of detonated thermonuclear devices.
[Writ. 04 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]
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