JESUIT FASCISM

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


In the name of the Father – Jesuit priesthood
Of the Son – student o’ Jesuit school
And of the Holy Ghost – clericofascism
Amen.

From Ignatius Loyola to dreary Opium Wars
Evil assassins for Pope’s powers conquered
Duping beguiled Herds of a benign mandate
Minister they for the Holiest Almighty
Predators for a costly cosmic war they
Are ravens singing shibboleths for Lucifer

To China they sojourn disguised proselytizers
Covertly taught folks to smoke Holy Opium
Thus fattening Jesuit’s hoards for more conquests
While million addicts died in Loyola’s fame

Here they’re safely nestled in Manila’s suburbs
Atop Loyola’s hilly rocks built the fort o’ control
Clone Herds’ o’ pupils for their predatory gains
As fat landed oligarchy in the Hall of Shame

[Philippines, 27 April 2010.]

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JUSTICE

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Everyday is a mortal tablet
upon which is inscribed the expectation
of all
that kings and princes
must exude
wisdom and justice

But justice is facilely broken off
It is a cheap jar bought from
an obscure bazaar
on planet Earth
broken
by kings and princes

[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

CRIMES

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


The still calm of the morning
Is as deafening as stories
About crimes
Printed in the dailies
Broadcast on radio

Crime has become the cheapest
Merchandise
Flaunted by its own law
Of supply and demand
Its price roughshodly lowered
By abundance
More abundant
Than mangoes and guavas

They need not be bought at all
So much that even the harmless streets
Of recluse villages
Become zoos
Littered with
Salvaged
Bodies


[Writ. 29 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

POLICEMAN

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


Policeman! Throngs of multitudes are
Waiting for your return to civility!

On account of the erosion of your image
As a reliable enforcer of statutes
By your recalcitrant engagements in
Extortions and rackets and every condemnable
Act that are well perceived by the periscopic oculars
Of the consummate public;

Come home, policeman! Come home
To the moral niche of civility!

For to extract money from laboring motorists
Traders and pedlars who may no more
Be better than the poorest fellows
Of yours whose every cent that you
Embezzle will accrue to the rupture
Of the noblest dignity;

Come home, policeman! Come home
To the powerhouse of civility!

For to bust striking workingment or to
Train guns on dissenting marchers or to
Equate to criminal acts those that are
Worthy of appreciation as they are
Motivated by desires for justice
Will cost you your sweet acceptance
By the same people whom you ought to protect;

Come home, policeman! Come home to
The sanctuary of civility!

People are surely waiting for you
Not excluding the gunslinging predators
Who are out to snatch your life
For your treachery and malevolence.

[Writ. 06 June, AUF, Angeles City, Pampanga]