By: Iris P. Concepcion
When the headlines had been swept by tax raps and packages so astounding it keeps the gills off the fishes, you either do any of these things: sulk, holler and be so gay. You see them walking since they have been bumped off from their office seats. I think. The workers are inside their booths and no longer see me. I guess they are busy fixing the nation.
I have seen terrible posses today that I seldom had appreciated ridiculous stuff to a maximum. When you get tightened limbs though and these mimics consider it goodwill, it pays to talk back.
It does things in beautiful ways: I like them smothered in visually enticing pictures. The funds and donations meant for flooded people went straight to......swimming pools. Sometimes, you imagine those familiar faces. They cry (in their fiesta gowns and creamed faces; terrible and peeling off skin while people DIE in flooded areas), fidget, shout, yell and they are at the.......bottom. Pimple pricking over a child's shelter. Story of a loser's life.
They got madder and madder everyday. That is why there is Divine Comedy in that equation. We tend to look down not on our feet. We look down to their well-kept and groomed places.
And thus, they weep. And they cry. And they speak in tongues like kings finding themselves unclothed in greed. They really sound so stupid sometimes. They thought you'd fell for those things but at the back of your mind, you simply sing songs to God mumbling: they cut their ears and got a turtleneck picture in the Alps. I never bother but speak: why defer your truth over dying kids eaten alive by floodwater while they lasciviously break their knees and arms over a failed ski maneuver? That is CONSCIENCE in these days of "ako mismo".
And they do sound so unsexed. That is the reason why women drop them off on the streets I guess. When they can't, they go to the spa. I guess frustration to get to the top is a difficult thing. Losing another swimming pool and sportscar is a way to re-establish their humanity; assert themselves in a world of visionaries. God. The ski lanes must be laughing.
That is the worst crime.
Look at the mirror and you see them crawling in frustrated words. They wished they had the President on their pockets.
But he is in the conscience of everyone. Think about this for a while and listen instead.