A poem about the controversial President Duterte
Duterte is his name.
I never heard of him
before, but now
he’s famous in every
corner of the world.
It’s all because of his
tongue that spits fire
at everyone.
Other people say he
should act like what
other presidents
do. Like they don’t
thrash-talk, nor curse,
nor threaten to kill
those who don’t
share their views.
They don’t hate US,
China, or Russia and other
big-time boys—all in the
name of playing it
safe, you know.
But this man, raising heaven
or hell, runs in the opposite
gutter. He hates US but
still military support
persists . . . .
He’s all kisses for China
but drugs and dung keep pouring
in . . . ah!
He hates drugs and while
saying this, addicts or
suspected ones fall
one by one in the
wee hours of the morning
or in the dead of night.
But I wonder why big-time
druglords don’t fall.
Other issues crop up but
I’m getting bored. I’m
getting to know him . ..
I may not be as clear
as the blue water in a jug
but I still have an A-1...
I will love you once again
And it will always be the same . . .
Feeling weak but very satisfied,...
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight....
And so what now, dear heart?
The fire's gone, ended forever.
I don't remember...
My muse doesn’t appear anymore.
I crane my neck, night and day,
over the fence, over the shrubs,...
I once had a dame,
angel-like, with a milky skin,
blond hair, green eyes,...
1 COMMENTS
M.D Khamil
September 19, 2017 - 14:41 But he's your president right? I think nobody wants to commit crime after this, seeing what he had done to those who disobey. Which is a good thing.