and the early bird sees
where to fill its breakfast plate
flying high above the land
of lofty, mighty lords—
in the brown patch of the earth
the worms wriggle
from decays in its burrow
feeding over hungry peasants
deprived of tomorrow
In response to dVerse’s Quadrille #67: early hosted by Kim.
Three days after I wrote a tribute piece to the working hands of mothers and coconut farmers, the Philippines awakened to a dreadful news. Nine sugarcane workers, including two minors and four women, in Sagay City, Negros Occidental, were brutally murdered by unidentified men. As if we never had enough of the 1985 Escalante Massacre, the 1987 Mendiola Massacre, the 2004 Hacienda Luisita Massacre, the 2016 Kidapawan Massacre — along with thousands of killings in the context of the peasant struggle. This war against the people and war against the poor is sickening.
The palace shouts of Red October. Now they got blood in their hands.
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October 23, 2018 at 2:02 pm
There’s a bleak little tale. Though the lords won’t escape the worms either…
October 23, 2018 at 4:03 pm
deprived of tomorrow – that is really so heartbreaking – i am so sorry about what’s happening in your country – thank you for writing about it and bringing awareness to the world
October 23, 2018 at 4:54 pm
I love the list of three title, Maria, and the way your quadrille starts with a panoramic ‘dawn breaks’, follows the early bird and then zooms in on the worm ‘feeding over hungry peasants / deprived of tomorrow’ – a twist in the tale! 🙂
October 23, 2018 at 10:27 pm
Such a haunting quadrille. Gave me goosebumps. May your words reverberate.
October 23, 2018 at 10:52 pm
Yikes!! Love that ending😊
October 24, 2018 at 12:06 am
I like the ominous sense of the last line about being deprived of tomorrow.
October 24, 2018 at 3:20 am
That The Bird Should
Without A Home
Such A World It
Bird So Free
to: Just Be ‘God’..:)
October 24, 2018 at 3:28 am
This is a tale that you started so bright and ended so dark… I had not heard about those massacres
October 24, 2018 at 7:06 am
That is an incredibly haunting poem, Maria. I hadn’t heard about the killings but I am sorry now that it is happening. It seems no matter where we are, the world is still a a cruel and heartless one. I hope the families of the victims are able to stay strong and find peace eventually. Thank you for shining a light on the tragedy.
October 28, 2018 at 6:16 am
I read this as a metaphor of the mighty versus the lowly and its struggles.
I am sorry to read about the state of the country.