2 poems....
as the storm ondoy hits the cities of dream
vanished roads and expanded rivers
drowning hope, slaughtered lives built
years of toil, of pain, of dreams....
1.
he was 7 and she was 6, their mother worked, their father dead
they were playing with snowy the puppy
it was she who saw it first, water sipping thru the door
running to her brother, it must fun out there!
but my feet are cold and snowy can't swim
what do we do brother, should we run out and scream?!
snowy will find help for us dear, let her go, do not fear
soon mother will be here to cook us food
some fish and soup she promised this morning
but the flood was fast, thru the streets it rushed
invading homes where promise of safety was
taking all by force, it did...come to me and hold my hand
i'll keep you safe, i'll keep you warm
be not afraid, i am here, soon mother too will come
but mother came an hour too late
only the roof can be seen of where they were
a door crashed soon after, snowy came out tired and frail
their bodies too soon floated, still locked in a hug
brother and sister, holding each other tight
a stab to the heart that kills mother on sight
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she was strong, a fighter, a survivor
ah yes! she loved but fate wont have it
his heart belonged to another, not she
so alone and lived she chose to be
he was a vagabond, a carefree soul
lived his life to quench his thirst
gulped from every bottle of wine, until
the road hits the end, to her he went
big sister took him in, they are both now at the departure
end, an age when nothing much is to come
even learning may be too late
they share, they remember, they wait...
it was a stormy night, their home not spared
where once there were partitions, rooms
now just waters flowing in and out
and they shivered, old skin further shriveled
my lung cant stand no more, i feel my soul frozen
soon i will have to leave you, when i do, be strong
you wont have much more to live either
whats left you must take to make amends with yourself
dont let me die in this fuckin mess
give me dignity when im laid to rest
this flood coming in taking whats rightfully ours
swear on my grave you'll rebuild after
it is over, and i am gone
where food once she served, is now where she laid
as water splashed amidst, he lit candles by her feet
as life passed him right in his eyes, recollecting whats left
for two days he cried praying for his sister's blissful rest
*based on a true story of a kin dying in ondoy's fury, had to wait two days before here corpse was taken out of the flooded house
