WHY?
(# Poem)
i will just pass by once
in this stupid world
yet my right is being trampled
oftentimes butchered, slaughtered
why? why?
i am no criminal
i am no thief
i am no plunderer
of public funds
i am no grabber of someone’s else land
much more never did i rape any gal
it’s i being always raped
by society’s injustices and greed
why? why?
too many things are forbidden
says the holy church
it’s forbidden to cuss
no matter how furious you are
it’s forbidden to speak vulgarities
why do those words exist?
what are those words for
and how you’ll set them free
from your salivating mouth?
bullshit! son-of-a bitch!
thou shalt not lust after another gal
except after the body
of your devoted wife
but these holier-than-thou
can covet, luxuriate and satiate
every hour, every moment
with a hunky, virile, macho lad
or with a sexy, sweet-smelling gal
bullshit! son-of-a bitch!
only sacred and just is their right
why? why?
am always the sinner
am the malevolent
am the devil
will, for sure, go to hell
por dios por santo
what kind of world is this?
it’s forbidden to tell the truth
against thieves in government
they will cut off your tongue
it’s forbidden to seek change
so society will be fair
and the aggrieved won’t swell
but holy mother of divine grace
they will make you rot
inside a stinking prison cell
why? why?
just because they who forbid
are the few self-proclaimed kings
and society’s sanctified demigods
and, we, the indigent
are mere “wretched of the earth”
son-of-a bitch! bullshit!
why? why?
even my bits of happiness
always are being meddled
am but a pauper
too poor to indulge in luxurious vices
am not rich like you
who can wallow in the casino’s glow
who can caress in paradise
the swelling groin
the bulging breast
of a lustful paramour
my joy is only too simple
just to smoke a cigarette
to calm my nerves and troubled mind
due to life’s hardships and pains
to also scribble some poetic lines
when am crazy with desire
but por dios por santo
it’s forbidden to smoke there
no smoking in that building
no smoking in public vehicles
no smoking for the health
of mammals so dignified and delicate!
son-of-a bitch! bullshit!
they say it’s their right
but how about my right
and of other smokers too?
why? why?
why is there a cigarette factory?
why not burn it
and smolder their manufacturers?
so we smokers are not like lepers
driven away everywhere
forbidden at many places
as if this world is only theirs
as if they will die not
even if they don’t smoke
or inhale a bit of smoke
as if, we, the smokers
are the only ones
to evaporate at once
from the face of the earth.
but you may also ask:
why? why?
they who never smoked
nor even inhaled a lingering smoke
so suddenly died
put down by diabetes
by hypertension or heart attack
by the cancer in the liver or throat
by cancer of the lungs or colon
or in the testicles or breast or ovary
they who never smoked even once
were ambushed, shot to death
body torn apart
they meted death earlier
than malevolents like me
who’s been smoking for forty years now.
why? why?
he who smokes to lop off hunger pangs
is being avoided by society and death
but he who avoids cigarettes
but gorged in gluttony
and exploited others exhaustively
to amass fortune and wealth
their asses are always kissed
what’s so tragic maybe
the grave gobbles them early
and history mocks and condemns them
why? why?
son-of-a bitch! bullshit!
is the world just stupid
or am i the one being deceived?
just respect my right please
not just yours
you son-of-a bitch! bullshit!
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#(modified English version by Mark Angeles of my original BAKIT GANYAN?)
