That Bloody Day
Dan Kevin Roque
For I will
ever remember,
That
bloody day of November,
Chilling
my bones and making me shiver,
As I read
the evening paper.
For thou
art none but heroes,
Argus for
the Filipinos,
Thou art fighters
of freedom,
Saviors of
my soul, poet that I am.
Where hast
thou crusade led?
Thou
seeketh thine truth and yet,
A hail of
bullets and thou bled,
Leading
thou to thy death.
Crimson
sky and scarlet soil,
Bodies
beneath iron, thine souls recoil,
Succumb to
the onslaught of madness,
Essaying
from the Lords of Darkness.
Is it the
fate that for me awaits?
Is my
passion but a ticket to the Pearly Gates?
Oh Lady
Justice bring thy scale,
And thy
Bible written in Braille.
Must I
embark on the path that cry,
Of dirges
for the dead?
Oh Odin, Lord
of the Gallows,
Pour me
three mugs of mead.
For nine
nights I stood by the tree,
And the
secrets of the world was opened to me.
For nine
days I witnessed the truth,
Thineliberty
and mine is that struggle’s fruit.
Blood
rained that November,
That I will
always remember.
But for
freedom I shall fight,
Even in
this perpetual half-light.
Dan Kevin Roque is an AB English Language student at Araullo University-PHINMA. He is currently the Managing Editor of Viewpoint. His poem, "That Bloody Day" is one of the three poems in his entry that received the Special Citation for Poetry in the 8th Gawad Emman Lacaba, the annual literary contest of the College Editors Guild of the Philippines-Luzon. It is a commemoration of the Maguindanao Massacre and a plea to stop impunity.