EVACUATION, A POEM BY TOMASITO T. TALLEDO — CONTEND-UP, Diliman, QC
It was told under the crescent moon
our father and his father’s father
had breathe freely.
But my son and I cannot.
We have nowhere to salaam,
the waters of the Lake has receded.
Gunfires in place of murmuring crickets
dirged our fastings.
The evacuation centers are filled
with hunger cries.
If gunmen come tomorrow,
we move to Paradise.
— by Tomasito T. Talledo —
The date posted here is due to our website rebuild, it does not reflect the original date this article was posted. This article was originally posted in Yonip in 2002