Debut of Abbhorence
Mark Anthony M. Yamada
(revised)
Where art thou my youth?
Thy Mother Country is finding thee…
Did thy love for knowledge just vanish?
Or just made love for smokes on silver pad of turmoil…
Where art thou youth –
The once that country folks were fighting for…
To heed the arms of Mother Country…
Yet now - the abomination made by discord…
Where art thou youth –
Art thou not thirsty for the breast of Mother Country?
Isn’t it that, the supremes were fed alone?
Even thy future were fed to dominators…
Where art thou young children?
Art they there in that solitaired box?
Flushed from their scorned mother’s womb –
Without pity crucified by their pilates…
Where art thou defenders of youth?…
Is this what we want to our children?
Perhaps we have arms but not cradled for them?
…or playing blind and deaf of the moans
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