i long for a dream

I’m in the middle of the road,
hundreds of cars buses trucks bicycles pass through me.
Thousands of people pass through me,
then I hear thunders from afar,
from Mindanao
and I see blood ,
I see eyes wide open dead.
I smell hatred, I smell bigotry, I feel the trees falling down,
I taste poison in the river once pristine,
once mother to us all, I hear volleys of gunfire,
in their voices I see doves falling, falling, their wings unspread.
I feel the bronze and the nickel bullets piercing through my heart,
I long for a flower that sway at the slightest whistle of wind,
I long for a dream, for a lucid dream in a moonlit night.