I would have wanted
To watch her grow
Feel the lengthening of her fingers,
the fortification of her heart.
Bless us,
With her first thrill,
Her first kiss.
Bless us,
with her first ache,
And the anger
That shall consume
the very heavens.
You Monsters.
You vultures.
You have watered the farmlands
With blood.
Shameless.
Not one of you
Will ever have her worth.
Dogs,
Vultures,
of the greedy.
I would have wanted
To watch her film made
A life
More captivating
than the tinsel of Manila.
Daughter of mud,
More pure
Than the clouds
that gather
On the peaks of Apo.
You monsters.
Fool not yourselves,
Fool not your children.
There is no honor
In the name
Executioner.
Repent, vulture.
It is your heart
That bears the nightmare
Of your works.
Now that it knows no sorrow,
At last,
your soul
Has become
Forfeit.
Listen, dog,
It was she who died but you who failed.
She was the scent
Of a thousand roses
The clarity
Of a hundred sunsets
And you?
You, vulture.
You weigh nothing more than tin medals and a wasted life.
Not one will cry
On your passing
On your wake
None shall come
But your fellow dogs.
And you shall leave no mark
Except your name,
Most Shameful,
Executioner.
