Everyone and No One
Years ago, a couple of our friends tragically died in a plane crash. They were social activists, then on their way to assist poor farmers fight for their rights under the government's agrarian reform program. I wrote this one for them.
Lights burn
In quiet rooms
Where lives go on
Resembling ours.
Feet run
In criss-crossed paths
We have encountered
But did not pass.
Souls die—
Strangers, friends,
People we knew,
Yet, never met.
Tears fall
From anguish, struggles
For our own
We have claimed.
No hell,
No joy,
Really belongs
To anyone alone.
We lead
Lives
We actually
Do not own.
Solitude sublimized.
Solitude sublimized,
As realities are
To a child:
Burning lights, running feet
Dying souls, falling tears -
Of everyone, and anyone, and no one.
Of everyone, and anyone, and no one.
In quiet rooms
Where lives go on
Resembling ours.
Feet run
In criss-crossed paths
We have encountered
But did not pass.
Souls die—
Strangers, friends,
People we knew,
Yet, never met.
Tears fall
From anguish, struggles
For our own
We have claimed.
No hell,
No joy,
Really belongs
To anyone alone.
We lead
Lives
We actually
Do not own.
Solitude sublimized.
Solitude sublimized,
As realities are
To a child:
Burning lights, running feet
Dying souls, falling tears -
Of everyone, and anyone, and no one.
Of everyone, and anyone, and no one.
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