Published by: Airene Nicole Q. Pamintuan
Date Published: June 6, 2022
Time Published: 4:27 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Societal Injustice
Sypnosis: Two sides of the surface: one makes their hands bleed, and the other keeps their hands clean.
Tiptoe!
Living the life of their leap low.
Wondering how the crows will grow—
Looking outside through the window!
Biscoff!
Come to the life of their blow-off.
Why shall they care for some green trough?
They win the life of their cream tough!
Big hands!
They move the hay of their green lands—
Keeping it high but with no grands;
Why do they still eat some wet sands?
Cha-ching!
Here, they enjoy some gold dipping.
Whisper it low like graceful sneaking;
If they must look, they'll see some tripping!
Here, down!
People will come to see no crown.
If life is fair, why shall they face the cold brown?
Here lies the low side of this old town.
Here, high!
People will hear some big sighs.
If life is fair, why shall they be the ones to lie?
Upside of this town—the bull's eye!
And, yes!
No one can count the lives of the oppressed.
But if you do, how will it be expressed?
Just so you know, there are two sides of the surface.
Painting: Morphological Echo (1936) by Salvador Dali
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