Poetry
Dionisio de Jesus Lopes
Oh, noble majesty, behold!
Thousands of bodies to death were gambled.
A number of thrones were dashed,
Uncounted memories… revealed,
Thy obscure mission is absurd,
But still in a silent mode.
Thy onion had been pealed,
The distance cry of yours was heard,
Thy ears to hear the groans of wolves.
Though Thy sweet tongue snaked,
In a deep slumber be caught not.
Is Thy planned future bright?
For truth and reconciliation, we fight.
