invictus’ den

I thought of Aning, that child, greasy in tattered clothes,

                  by the window she looks, in search for her dreams.

I thought of Nong Iko, that farmer under the sun’s burning heat,

                  toiling a land he does not own, wondering when will it be his.

I thought of Nang Lisia, that mother rummaging the house all day through,

                  with brawling stomach, craving for a crux in her routine.

I thought of Mr. Linoleum, that braggart politician who haven’t surpass his promises, 

                   he’s on his way again, in loud speakers around town.

I thought of Junjun, that student who naps at his table studying,

                   if not waiting for his drunk brother to arrive.

I thought of Elsa, that woman crazy over love and craving to fill her void,

                   she would do everything for someone to call her own.

I thought of Adreil, that yuppie who knows nothing more than Starbucks,

                    he could have made the day of that beggar by the roadside.

I thought of countless figures of Sisyphus who still struggles

                    despite sweat as the only outcome.

I thought of my own wasted dreams and unguided passion,

                   when will ever come the time?

I thought of a green meadow where I could set my eyes toward a beautiful view,

                   there i could see butterflies, and flowers, and birds on a freedom flight.

I thought of myself on a mountaintop.

                   Wheew!!!

Nothing more needed to say in such a scenic view!!!

I thought of these… and more….

                   …when I am in the above title!