Puppet Life Blind 2: A truth from The Philippines

Thanks God, I've seen the light..
the reasons to care for my life,
I came stronger over my lonely nights,
all came so much perfect and timely right...

Ten years passed and I'm on a blue-collar,
earning big dollars in a single month,
I don't foresee a grave-like end..
never will i let myself end with such end..

A day passed but the scene is still the same..
the mob outside is counting yet they're voice ain't heard,
"this is business",bosses will say...
hell..so then blinded by checkbooks...

Those deserving of commendations and awards,
why are they there holding placards?
had only this bosses know what the root of this one is..
but impossible when the conscience is gone...

Suddenly a "bang" from nowhere broke the silence,
everybody ran for their lives,
the a dead body appeared on the ground,
the mob's leader was shot to death...

Police came and arrested a poor woman,
damn! obviously it's the bosses that killed him..
the mob that only wanted a small increase in their minimum wage,
why end like a kinda' pig?

— whitescatter, Jun 27, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Laguna, PHL

Favorite Poets: William Shakespeare And the NeoPoet Family

Critiques

anonymous1

15 years 11 months ago

My 2 Cents

Hi White Scatter; I like the story this tells. I could possibly help with the grammar structure if you are so inclined. Just let me know. I like 'end with such end' but perhaps another way of saying it would lessen the repetition here: something like 'never will I let myself be finished that way.' Overall, a good poem. Thanks, Lisa