FERNANDO

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.