By RICHARD R. GAPPI
The road is speaking in tongues
and even the crevices of the city whisper;
moaning the pain which the power-hungry leader
has suppressed for years.
When I saw you kissed an anti-riot police,
a branch of tree suddenly spread its wings
and a gentle wind tapped my heart —
I whose here at the other side of the world.
How powerful is a mother’s kiss?
Aren’t these the lips which poverty has dried up
while the elite feasted on sumptuous dishes?
Aren’t these the lips which fear and violence have scared
but which are now rekindled like a new dawn?
Aren’t these the lips that sing lullaby
to her sons and daughters who slept with empty stomach?
And now, these lips are our window
to the world where from the depths of Cairo,
we can see and feel that a new life
is unleashing, breathing from your womb,
a new found hope like the first cry of a new born,
a stout rice leaf
protruding, like a laurel, in the foreheads
of buildings amid the city of forest.
This is not the kiss of death but a gentle heart’s caress
with its warmth hugging the humanity within ourselves.
Even while I’m here at the other side of the world. ?
– Richard R. Gappi
4:33PM, 31 January 2011
Angono, Rizal, Philippines