Dr Abe V Rotor
View from a hill in
Antipolo, Rizal, June 1, 2013
Afternoon
and it's already sunset,
behind
gray clouds the sun's shining,
wearing
a red veil over the horizon,
with
dust stirred into the air floating.
Beauty
in birth and death - and life,
in
between - clinging to final fate
in
man's hand - and oh! how lonely,
how
sad, nil of hope and losing faith.
Landscape
- but whose landscape?
robbed
from people, robbed from nature,
from
beauty sublime, to one's design
for
gain and power, not for the future.
And he
speaks on behalf of progress,
measured
by concrete and steel,
by the
amenities of the Good Life,
in
unending want, incessant fill. ~
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