5/27/18

Poem: Manong

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Kami nama’y nakiusap
Nanikluhod, nagmakaawa
Lubay-lubayan na ang bata
Sa ganang ika’y nakatatanda

Sa ganang iyon na ikaw
Na nasa tamang posisyon
Ay may kapangyarihang itama,
Ilagak ang maayos na desisyon

Subalit sa kapangyarihan
Ikaw ay nangayupapa
Nasilaw sa tawag ng laman
Sa halip na lamanan ng tama

Kami’y nakiusap, malumanay
Na humingi ng kaalwanan
Hindi humangad na pumantay;
Hindi nag-asam sa karangyaan

Tulad nang laksang masang hilahod
Sa libong araw na pagpapagod
Para sa karampot na sahod
Ang hiningi lang ay kakarampot

Tumigil ka na sa pagsasamantala
Ang kinabukasan ay ialintana
Iyon lamang ang pinakiusap
Bakit, ano’t napakahirap

Para sa iyo?

5/24/18

Step aside, old farts

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WHY do we deserve such kind of dismissive treatment from your dying generation?
Do we deserve such treatment because we’re young and we remind you constantly of the brush of death painting black the white fence of your cabin in the next life? Must we rein in our zealousness for progress because yours has been proven old and ineffective?
What your generation exhibits is merely a brazen disregard for the march of time and the cadence of change.
All of us are on a queue to the after-life; to the abyss of infinite unconsciousness. But how dare you deprive us the opportunity to breathe new life to this arid landscape of ideas? Weren’t you young once?
Weren’t you so rebellious as we are now? Constantly chipping out on the concrete façade of inertia you have been as we are doing today.
Some of you aging denizens dare call Millennials stubborn and whimsical when that was what the elderly of your time described your generation of rebelliousness.
Heaped upon the punks, rockers of the seventies and student activists were adjectives that placed many of them in prison or the cold confines of coffins. Yet, deep inside your hearts you longed for the sex, drugs and rock and roll offered by these so-called “rabble-rousers.”
So how dare you put us in a box that confines our creativity when many of you sought to advance the dictum of “Thinking outside the box.” Hypocrites now many of you have become.
Why, when many of you pushed for change in the decade of the Vietnam War and Woodstock, you are now pathetically clinging to the “Glory Days” of activism?
Please, wake up.  Those days are gone; kaput.
What you are seeing today are the forces of the New, who are now constantly challenging your old ideas as ineffectual.
Have you forgotten what the dead man 6-feet under in an unkempt graveyard in Berlin have said: Change is the only constant. The old would be challenged by the new; that there would be a conflict between the old and the new and the fusion of the old and the new would be the key to the progress of civilization.
National ID system? Been there, been that; dictator Ferdinand Marcos even has a pamphlet about this albeit also not original (many were copied from Mein Kampf). Martial law in Mindanao? The entire country was under the control of Marcos and his cronies. And what did that lead to?
These are old ideas that failed because they were that: old.
The old year bows down to a new year. Resolutions are made, broken and re-booted. That is how men and women develop; that is how societies are born, die and re-birthed: constant change; unceasing revolution and new generation of revolutionaries.
And we know that after us there would be new revolutionaries; the youth who would challenge the old order we would impose later on as you do today. Because that is how societies reach what is considered progress: the dying of the old and the birth of the new. But give us the chance to participate in that process of rebirth.
Of course we are grateful. Many of you fought for the new as your generation was also subjected to the condescension by the old generation.
Forgive us because your time is ending but ours is just beginning.
So step aside, old farts because if you don’t, we’ll run over you.