It was a fair night of May,
When thunder started ruling... The land.
Every boom and stomp, a roar echoed,
It was the doom of Manx's night sky.
All lights were out!
Every candle and lamp weeped.
Defended by the whooshing air
Leaving Smoke! Leaving. .. Spook.
All hearts were at race,
Children! At their terror dreams.
Fear at each and every eye!
As the song of shadows appeared.
A knock at the door. .. A single one!
So loud, so terryfying!
It opened slowly...
All were afraid of the coming sight!
What will it be?
Who will defend?
If it's you, will you stand up to fight?
Or will you escape from it?
Just remember,
It's 'we' who decide our own future.
BINABASA MO ANG
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Poetry"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." ...
