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JUAN’S NIGHTMARE

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Sleeping while inner rage brews

Inside one’s cognitive vat does not make

A sleep the fulfillment of a day’s toil.

Not for Juan the unlettered and dispossessed

Whose wretchedness is a correlate of wealth

Amassed by his other brothers whose

Purses and stocks do bulge ad infinitum.

Not for Juan. Reserved inner rage

Sooner unfolds into a thousand nightmares:

Spoiled is the timeless joy of dream’s utopia.

 

 

[Writ. 19 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

 

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AID, MORE AID!

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

Why pump the lifeblood

Of poor nations with Aid

From modern Titans?

 

This Aid’s a footstool of Ceasar.

Tis nothing but cancer that encroaches

Upon the weak body of the recipient:

Eroded are the remaining vestiges

Of moral strength for the Poor’s will

To rise from the maelstrom of wretchedness;

Tis the fattest of parasites

That rapidly saps all nourishment

From the Poor’s ulcerated belly;

Tis an aromatic essence

That later reveals its baneful powers

To asphyxiate the struggling breather

Towards Hamlet sleep.

 

For by now victims ought to recognize

When abominable vampires strike;

Blood loss in such sucking vein is much too different

From blood gained from an altruistic donor.

 

[Writ. 04 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

 

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Few have heart for the out-migrant

Few recognize the grinding hardships faced

In strange lands

Few sympathize yet so many beg

For the migrant’s gift when home

S/he comes –the rich person

Overnight. Overnight is saved money

Sucked too by bloodsucking kins

And neighbors and all.

Never mind the possible abuses

Or racist exploitations encountered

The compatriots surely have heart

When the migrant gives, when

And only when wine flows

And songs are sung upon arrival, when

Home is filled up by multitudes

Home is fiesta’s venue everyday!

The migrant’s absence makes people

Caricature him/her and kins

As a malignant felon.

No, nobody sympathizes with the migrant

Just wait till s/he arrives, when

The sky showers with Imeldific graces

Happy are kins and friends

Happy is government too

Happy is the merchant

Happy is everyone but

The migrant.

[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

To serious thinkers an X unknown

is the sum of financial technocrats

and foreign debtors

but to the paupered lot

the sum means

more tasty diets consisting

of liver flukes

of ascaris

of tuberculosis

of kwashiorkor

of bronchopneumonia

of pinworms

of schistosomiasis

A sum of parasites

is always equal to parasites

and nothing less

[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]



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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

O! Beloved people of Cordillera!

Please lend me true reasons

For the fact that some members

Of your proud majestic land

Now belong to beggars’ armies

In the Manila Metropolis?

 

I know too well that your grand mountains

Are abodes of immense wealth and lores

Of a sturdy people that has never

Been conquered nor has starved

Not the strong and tireless highlander

Who never disdains sweaty labor

And sublime service even as bountiful harvests

Are perpetually reaped for family and clan

And offered at the altar of Bathala.

 

Is it the handiwork of Plunder

Now magnified by the clockwork of War?

If twere so can you be extricated

From Plunderers’ predatory claws?

 

O! Please answer my query for you too

Are to me a noble teacher of life.

 

[Writ. 05 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Bro. Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Beloved Mendicant o’ Street

Please misread not as selfishness

My apparent refusal to render you coins

When you’re on the heels

Of riders I’m astride on

Surely my heart bleeds profusely

Over your thankless predicament

Filled I am with guilt and shame

For apparent deeds of misanthropy

Each occasion of your presence

Has the whole sky come a-crashing down

Your eyes narrate the cryptic tale

Of Hades devouring the Earth

Just as my mind speaks to you

What it thinks of the occasion

That to offer you pieces of coins

Won’t transport you to amelioration

Better yet if t’were a stable job

I’d give as presents unto you which awefully I

Do not at the moment possess.

 

 

[Writ. 05 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

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Bro. Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Why pump the lifeblood

Of poor nations with Aid

From modern Titans?

 

This Aid’s a footstool of Ceasar.

‘Tis nothing but cancer that encroaches

Upon the weak body of the recipient:

Eroded are the remaining vestiges

Of moral strength for the Poor’s will

To rise from the maelstrom of wretchedness;

‘Tis the fattest of parasites

That rapidly saps all nourishment

From the Poor’s ulcerated belly;

‘Tis an aromatic essence

That later reveals its baneful powers

To asphyxiate the struggling breather

Towards Hamlet sleep.

 

For by now victims ought to recognize

When abominable vampires strike;

Blood loss in such sucking vein is much too different

From blood gained from an altruistic donor.

 

[Writ. 04 June 1988, Proj. 8, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

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