Officers and gentlemen, honorable, too,
like the assassins who coveted the throne
of Rome.
The truth-bearer in white uniform: They would not admit
they dipped their fingers in the cookie jar.
Shall we accept these lies?
Bear the tyrannies of plea bargains?
Shall we raise our voices
and like the people of Jericho
bring down
this wall
this prison of a nightmare
that shut us
in this morass of despair and hopelessness?
Shall we continue to lie in ashes as in the time
of the fallen dictator? Shall we in eternal curse
accept the crumbs of their perfidy?
(Memory, bury our sons who die of garbage bread.
And what of the thieving heroes, the thieving lawmakers?)
Where, O, where have all the flowers of Edsa gone?
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