Lila (Or the Sentencing of the butcher of Mindoro)

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.