In their lonesome
They were being murdered
By the lonely river
Their flesh ripped off by the hungry silence
Blood draining down the loose sands
They opened their mouths
Screamed
No one was there to listen
But the sky
Which opened in tears
And dyed a floating canvass to red
Signalled that the end was close now
A process so painful and slow
And at the other side
The darkness grinned
Parched farmlands, empty stomachs
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Recently, I went around the mountainous towns of North Upi in Maguindanao
del Norte and South Upi in Maguindanao del Sur for work. These are the
towns that...
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"gee, i felt a knot in my stomach reading that. haunting composition..."
---duke duke
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