Sunday, August 24, 2014

Disturbing Views: "Don't Go Gentle Into That Good Night."

 Blatant violations against human dignity and decency, in fact they dare us -  if ever we have such values. 

Dr Abe V Rotor 
Living with Nature School on Blog
Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid (People's School on Air) with Ms Melly C Tenorio
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Squatting in Metro Manila has become bolder.  Not only sidewalks are disappearing but streets are narrowing down. Shanties are transforming into permanent buildings.
Rolling billboard is a major cause of road accidents. It blinds the bus driver from rear view, and drivers of vehicles following behind. Open rear window gives a clear two-way view, it is a deterrent to holdup and other crimes and abuses.    
 Imagine yourself to be the driver of a vehicle following this bus and trying to get out of its distracting view in heavy traffic. Imagine pedestrians pausing before the colorful choreograph, and dancing with blaring dance beat. The other bus though less distracting likewise violates the law, and human dignity and public decency.  
Gabi ng Lagim on the street.  Now, that's not funny! 

These, among many others, are blatant violations against human dignity and decency; in fact they dare us - if ever we have such values.   The poet  Dylan Thomas urges us to be vigilant and involved in this poem - and not call it a day, if we have not.  In this case, for our Right for  Respect and Dignity.   It takes some meditation to imbibe its meaning.  Only then that we feel hurt, prodding us to act.  Otherwise we are among the perpetrators of violation and among those who are not blind yet cannot see.  

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night         
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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