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THE DARK MAN

Black corners and blue shades

Overflow with hammered distinct,

And fervor noises with shallow words

Far of the bench of high stacked platforms.

I see a man, tall, muscular, with ties and leather

Approaching in the midst of smoke and fog

In the stormy hurried weather.

Moving nearer and nearer,

Until my knees tremble at the sight.

One, two, three

I blink, and breathed a gasp.

My eyes locked but my bones shake

With feet plastered still on the ground

Until a hand reached me.

His palm cold and stares blankly

And he covered my mouth with a dark tape

Next, he tied my hands tight with strings

Till he dragged me down and told me “stay”.

Common but unbreeched.

“Follow” his mouth explains.

Then there he was standing on the stage

With power and dignity, cruel with insanity,

But I am here and his feet are on top of me.

After, he grabs a metal armor,

Points an ammo on my forehead.

I shiver and see dark red splattered, stains.

The world screams in terror.

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NEVER AGAIN

I detest these occurrences

of the bullets and barrels

that harms faith, hope, prosperity

and an endeavour for sustainability.

And I see a woman

with brave statements

and in an unhurried sight,

a man in uniform with straps

of violence and peace

pointed at her.

I closed my eyes once,

at the rear end,

I hear a loud noise then

wrestling in my bones.

When I came to senses,

the world has shaken.

A massive unrighteousness

caught on the spot of

forseen injustice.

I've heard this once or twice

what my grandfather used to tell me

of a man with plaques, medals, and rifles

displayed on his wall over the room.

And now it has returned

but children are standing in front of the building.

With sharp anger and wit they gather

they holler, "no more"

with ties on hands.

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[jelaharaneta]

José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda, commonly known as Jose Rizal, is the hero that brought truth to the world by using a method that shows no bloodworks. His journey as a nationalist and a polymath of the Spanish colonial period of our country- the Philippines, wasn't as easy as how he wrote those words of bravery on random papers just to materialise a book. But in the end of his journey came a devastating news for of course as his rebellious act had brought chaos and peace, there is a price to pay.

And now upon reading a poem made by a contemporary literary artist, I came to understand that this man of courage wasn't alone to bare the loss of a great paragon of the country. Padre Faura was there, standing, witnessed the execution of his dear brilliant student right in front of his eyes. Before he that happened, months ago, he wanted to talk to him about the stars that doesn't collide in the skies when Rizal visited him but instead, Rizal asked him about the purgatory.

Young, loyal, and brave, the day then came the star that Padre Faura was eager to talk to, has meet its way to the purgatory. A devastating sight to end a year and a paragon.

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What is the relationship between reading and revolution in the past? And what is the importance of reading and nurturing a nation of readers?

There is this pressure in the society of our country back in the revolutionary period or centuries wherein you cannot freely express your opinions and perspectives on the streets to promote awareness of particular topics. The boundary was between Filipino-Spaniards, Spaniards, the government and etc. vs the citizens, women, the people in poverty, and children. And to battle out this boundary, is to be brave or find an innovative solution that reaches to everybody without getting caught directly (which is also pressure). Literature and art- in general- were the platform for the majority of the outstanding heroes of our country. They not only created a path to deliver information to the society, they as well revolutionized for the society’s voices that needed to be heard.

Anyone in power has this advantage to misinform and “misconceptualize” a topic, a person, a matter, and worse- a law. The technology of communication and information in those times where through pen and paper (and paint). The concept here is the connection of the writers and the audience or readers as together they created a revolution through this bridge that has a wide scope and an immensely huge breakthrough towards addressing societal issues. But with that, the writer is responsible for the information they present as well as the readers are responsible for themselves for the things that they read. For some reasons, studies proved that just barely reading an excerpt is already a huge concern because it’s obviously just getting a glimpse of it rather than fully reading to understand the context. We need to be more of a full, curious, cautious, and well-educated reader to prevent the spread of misinformation and misconceptions. A nation of readers is a nation of leaders.

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SAN ISIDRO LABRADOR

The other farmhands thought Isidore was lazy, and created extra work for them. Like them, Isidore was a day laborer about a thousand years ago on a wealthy estate in Madrid, Spain. Because before coming to work Isidore took time to go to Mass, the other farmers assumed they were doing some of his share of the work. That they didn't like. They knew nothing that Isidore had any extra support but it wasn't them!

The land owner, Juan de Vargas, went to see what the trouble was all about after he heard his farmhands complain about this praying worker. To his surprise he saw the plow being driven by two angels. If, in Isidore 's absence, the angels did not do all the plowing, they stood next to him and plowed alongside him. In this way, Isidore did more than twice the work he should have on his own, and his work was also being done while at Mass. Juan believed in the miracle he had witnessed, and in his lifetime he would come to see more. He believed that Isidore 's life had saved his daughter. He also thought that Isidore had saved a horse 's life, which was really important for farming.

Whether all these miracles really existed or not, we can't remember. But we know for sure that Isidore was devoted to God profoundly, and taught many others how God is still with us. There was nothing in the way of his praying to God and his worship.

Isidore was born to poor framers close to Madrid in Spain around the year 1070. They loved and served God even though his family was bad. Isidore and his family believed that by helping others, it was necessary to demonstrate love for God. They also gave away what little they had because it was more important for someone else. Isidore had a particular love for the animals. He even cooked them, and took care of them.

Isidore met Maria Torribia, a young woman who loved God profoundly too. They had a son and they married, but the boy died suddenly. Maria and Isidore agreed not to try to have any other kids because they felt they were called to another kind of life by God. They spent their time caring for those in need and praising God, while they still loved each other. Mary became a saint too. In 1130, Isidore died and was canonized in 1622. He and Maria continue to be highly popular in Spain.

The Spanish have a dance that honors Maria and Isidore. They also have processions for their fields and animals that are used to bless them. The Spanish claim that the success of their harvests is very important to these two saints. He is often called St. Isidore the Farmer or St. Isidore the Laborer and is the Patron Saint of Barangay Licuma, Ormoc City, Philippines.

©Saint Resource - saintsresource.com/ isidore-the-farmer

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