Shoot whoever comes your way. Kill in whatever way whoever does not speak
the way you do. That's the smooth path.
Cleanse the way off dirt. Ease the pain.
That's all I can teach you. So you could
survive in my absence. So you could
stand your way. Whenever guns are
pointed at you. Guns not the same with
yours. That's all I can teach and give.
So you could feed yourself for a lifetime.
Not with fish but ammunition. Eager to
pulverize. Wrap your forehead with a
band. So they will know you. That you are
a cleanser of a man. Of a tribe. Of a land.
Walk along the tombstones. Count the
bodies you flagellated. Ones that
decayed. Thrust your rifle on the ground.
Urinate on the shaft. Own your kingdom
increasing in number. That's all I can
share. Multiply. Indoctrinate bereft
mothers and children.
Poem by: Aloy Polintan
Photo by: Joemill Veloso Flordelis
Photo by: Joemill Veloso Flordelis
Image: Talisay City, Cebu, Philippines
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