The Filipino Struggle

Freedom is dead
And the shackles abound;
We’re watched in the stead
of a nameless hound
Whose head lay lifeless
On a monster’s palm
And the leash all caught
On a spikey mound.
Blood flows through
And our fear all grew
Will we be devoured
By the restless shrew?
But he beckons a smile;
And a ray shines bright.
How blinded we were
When we followed the light–
For the path that was paved
Was no more a lie
There were bones on our feet
But our eyes saw high
We didn’t see, we didn’t feel
We looked straight past the hill
Behind us the headless hound
Laid perfectly still
With a shear in my hand
I ran to the light
My feet pushed through air
And I fell past the heights
Death whispered close
And I felt myself float
What a bitter farewell
Goodbye, my abode

-G.B Gab-