you’ll cry not of tears…

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you’ll cry not of tears…

And blood has started to flow …
Not the blood of those who haves
But by the deemed have-nots in society
Not the blood of the power elite
But by those of powerless common tao
With limited options in a nightmarish web
Tried to untangle, but couldn’t break free.

I should know …
Someone dear, taken in the most gruesome way
Within seconds, without compassion executed without mercy
Judged, found guilty by righteous neighbors as jury.
So do pray that your friends, co-workers and family
Flawless all, yes indeed, in the eyes of your  deity.

Because I tell you …
Those deemed guilty –  proven or not – by the non-filthy
To their sanctuary will be unleashed the ruthless, dogs of prey
And you’ll cry not of tears, but of regrets that’s aplenty
For wasn’t such a criminality partly condoned by you and me?

 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: The Guilt that Haunts Me.”

I am sorry

I am sorry

 

by Marites Avisado-Responte

I am sorry
If I could just fill this
tiny box with a thought
I want to say…
I address it with
” I am sorry ” boldly
written down the center
where two flaps meet
so nothing is missed.
The one who delivers
should handle it firmly.

Pay attention to the
word ” fragile ” taped
across its body,
so nothing inside breaks.
When you open it, say a
little prayer so you won’t
rip tiny details of my message.
Read them by your heart
and tell me how you take it…
You said, ” Mom, you succeed in
putting the right words together.”
My soul has quieted
although outside, heavy
drops of rain are raging. 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Guilt that Haunts Me.”

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Strings in Life

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Strings in Life

by Marites Avisado-Responte

Strings in life
Who designs them?
Who does the layout of the road?
I ask, “why I got into it?
Not my choice but my decision.
The people I am with.
They help me find the path.
Some flee. Few stay
Myself, the best company
I struggle to be wise.
I can’t help to despise.
But with bended knees
Few words ease the case.
Failures deepen my insight
Success makes sense to the fight.
Who am I to withdraw from the joy of life?
After all, I am meant to be in here…
With purpose
In His will…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: A Brand New You, Effective Tomorrow.”