Jaime E. Masagca
#advocatusdiaboli
#chasinglightschasingdreams
IT’S
NOT THE DRUMS THAT YOU HEAR FERNANDO
BUT
THE MUFFLED THUNDER BEYOND THOSE HILLS,
OMINOUS
LIKE MANKIND’S ILLS.
IT’S
NOT THE MUSIC FROM STRETCHED SKINS
THAT
REACHES OUT AND ECHOES TO YOUR HEART.
BUT
OF SOCIETY’S WAILINGS OF WHICH WE’RE ALL A PART.
IT’S
NOT OF MERRIMENT THAT WE ARE ALL ADAPTED TO,
WITH
ALL THE SONGS THAT LAST THROUGH THE NIGHT
BUT
JUST OF FALSE REALITIES THAT GIVE DELIGHT.
THE
WORLD IS NOT FOR YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS ALONE
NEITHER
IS ALL THINGS YOUR WEALTH CAN BUY
FOR
YOU TOO HAS ONE DAY TO SAY GOODBYE.
ALL
THIS GLADNESS WILL COME TO PASS FERNANDO
LIKE LEAVES THAT FADE, FALL AND GROW
THAT
FROM CHILDHOOD WE’VE COME TO KNOW.
THE
WORLD HAS NO COMPASSION FOR GREED,
NOR
FOR COWARDS THAT HIDE IN ILL GOTTEN WEALTH;
THAT ONE DAY HELL MIGHT JUST CREEP INTO YOUR HEALTH.
NOW
IT’S THE BELLS WE HEAR FROM STEEPLES,
TOLLING
FOR ONE SOON TO LIE BENEATH
WHICH
NO TEARS COULD DELAY HIS LAST BREATH.
TAKE
HEED THEN, FERNANDO.
