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Literary: Rebirthright




An end to the pain was assured
If one last torture was endured
The supposed final was not so
Some more you had to undergo

Big lies and untrue promises
Deception and injustices
A stab in the back and exploitation
Bitter deceit and vile treason

Open dialogue was pointless
Articulation was worthless
One does not talk terms with serpents
Fight not with words and arguments

Reject offers of olive tree and dove
True change will never come from above
Purge this corruption from the Earth
Fight hard and secure your rebirth

Literary: The Last Battle?




It was midday, the battered remnants of the first platoon trudged past me without uttering a word, staring lifelessly ahead. They have returned from their mission on the front.

None of them knew for sure if they were successful or not. All they knew was that they fought to the best of their abilities and their fate was in the hands of their Maker.

All I knew was that soon, it would be my turn to face the same foe they did. A foe who, at the mere mention, infamously radiated brutality and savagery. Their weapons a vile aberrant weaponization of mathematics and science, designed to crush your spirit. No matter your training, you would be pushed to your limits. Surrender was not an option.

A few tense minutes later, our officers ordered us into lines followed by a last-minute reminder to check our weaponry, and we were off.

It was quiet and cold when we arrived at our positions on the front. Some of us took time beforehand to get to know each other, most of us came from similar backgrounds, training all our lives for this battle. However, unlike in training, you could not rely on the pair of shaking knees beside you, it was all on you and you alone.

With our officers signal, Armageddon began and a relentless barrage fell upon us. It was now every person for themselves. I fired back with my Type 2 Mongolian Rifle, praying that any missed shots would not have been fatal. On one occasion I was almost overrun, and I shot blindly, looking back, a very risky gamble.

Five hours later, it was all over. The enemy took many losses, but did they take enough? Did I inflict enough casualties on the seemingly infinite enemy? I did not know. The officers congratulated us and sent us back, the next day, another platoon would relieve us.

I trudged back thinking of the future, the question "Did I do enough?" echoing over and over in my mind. Unaware of my surroundings, I looked towards nothing in particular and went my way.

I had just survived the University of the Philippines College Admissions Test.

Literary: A Few Hundred Years That Feel Like Infinity




Swarming the battlements
Storming the settlements
Sparing no village
All ripe for the pillage

A few hundred years that feel like infinity
Conflict a natural affinity
One shall usurp the other
Restarting the cycle for another

Walking across the fields
Working to raise yields
Those who slack
Get whips to their back

A few hundred years that feel like infinity
Conflict a natural affinity
One shall usurp the other
Restarting the cycle for another

Towers of stone smoking
Manufactories endlessly croaking
Exchange of capital for effort
Inequalities so overt

A few hundred years that feel like infinity
Conflict a natural affinity
One shall usurp the other
Restarting the cycle for another

Literary: Ang Bantay ng Dagat




Parang umalingawngaw na kulog,
Na gumigising sa natutulog,
Ang tawag ng ating mga mangingisda,
Sino ang magtatanggol sa ating dagat na payapa?

Responsibilidad na mabigat,
Protektahan ang ating dagat!
Nandito na ang mga manloloob!
Pagtataboy, sino'ng maglalakas-loob?

Mahal na Inang Bayan, ‘wag kang kabahan,
Bantay ng Dagat, iyong maaasahan!
Naghahanda na ang Bantay ng Dagat,
Handang magbigay at tumanggap ng sugat.

Poprotektahan ang dagat, maging ang singil,
Pag-agos ng dugong walang tigil.
Dugo ng bayaning ‘di nababawasan,
Parang tubig ng dagat, walang katapusan!

Tuwing lilingon sa langit at mga alapaap,
Mga bayani ng nakaraan, muling sinusulyap.
Bantay ng Dagat, gaya ng bayani ng nakaraan,
Ang mga manlulupig ay handang harangan

Mahal na Inang Bayan, ‘wag kang kabahan,
Bantay ng Dagat, iyong maaasahan!
Naghahanda na ang Bantay ng Dagat,
Handang magbigay at tumanggap ng sugat.

Literary: Break of Dawn




The sun rises on a new world
Shining light unfurled
Come and greet the dawn
The darkness is gone

Today is a new start
Yesterday's pain will depart
The dark clouds will clear
Your life is yours to steer

Night may come once again
The panther will leave its den
Just like in the past
Night will not last

So, rejoice, my friend
Night is not without end
The dawn has come
Rejoice, don't be so glum

The sun rises on a new world
Shining light unfurled
Come and greet the dawn
The darkness is gone

Literary: History That Could Have Been




I find humanity’s history interesting,
The many tales so fascinating,
The endless twists and turns shape the end,
You must ask, what would have happened?

Had the Serbian assassin missed the Archduke in his car,
Would there still have been global war?
Had the Entente lost to the Central Powers,
What would have happened with the shift of global superpowers?

Had the future Führer died in the First Weltkreig,
Would Poland and France still have undergone a blitzkrieg?
Had the Destroyers of Worlds not been used,
Would the Tenno’s army have surrendered or refused?

Had the first People Power failed to topple the Kleptocracy,
Would we have ever regained our democracy?
Had the Cold War gone hot,
Would nuclear deterrence have been for naught?

Seemingly small things had big consequences,
That is why when we act, use all senses.
One push of a button or pull of a trigger,
Can escalate into something bigger.

Spoof Literary: John and Lorrie




This story occurred in the days before the summer of 1984. This is the story of a Grade 9 University of the Philippines Integrated School student named John and his friend, Lorrie. This is a story of two individuals that destiny purposely kept ignorant of the truth, until now.

Every day after class, John looks forward to seeing his good friend Lorrie. As he leaves his last class, he goes past the library and then towards the parking lot. There he sees his good friend Lorrie waiting for him.

He has known Lorrie ever since he was in Grade 7. Though they were never classmates or even batchmates, he became good friends with Lorrie when he would meet her every day on his way to first class and on his way home from his last class. Sometimes he even ate lunch with her.

One day, John has a long test in his mathematics class. So, he tells Lorrie about it. Lorrie, on the other hand, was quite upset about losing her precious pen. She has had that pen since her first day at UPIS as a present from her parents. John, being the good friend he is, offers to help her find it.

They spend the rest of the day going through the places Lorrie thinks it would be. Though they don't find the pen, they appreciate the time that they spent with each other and treasure their friendship even more.

The next day, John hears rumors of Lorrie spending time with Rocky. He does not know why but he feels jealous of Rocky.  He realizes that he wants something more than friendship with Lorrie. Unsure of how Lorrie might react, he waits for the right time to ask Lorrie about their friendship.

Some days pass with John and Lorrie following their routine of seeing each other. John eventually gathers his courage to tell Lorrie once he finally believed that his feelings were true.

On the last day of class, as they are walking towards the gate to leave, John stops walking and honestly tells Lorrie that he had developed feelings for her after all the time that they spent together. Lorrie turns as pale as a statue, she then tells John that she shares his infatuation and feelings.

She then tells John that since it is the last day of classes, they are not in a rush to leave. She asks if they could spend some time with each other before the long summer break where they would be apart from each other. She barely finishes talking when John hugs her closely.

. . .

So far, it has been a normal day for Fredrick, the security guard of the University of thle Philippines Integrated School. The sun is setting, the last of the students had already left and he had just finished his cup of coffee in his guard shack. It’s time for his nightly patrol through the silent school.

He passes through the back side of the library, past the Rockman statue and the flagpole. He was entering the parking lot when he sees something that shocks him to the core. There it is, a student sharing a very passionate kiss with the Teacher statue.

Literary: This-topia




We share this place
Yet we destroy it at a rapid pace
We exploit natural resources
When we don’t have limitless sources

We try to raise ourselves above others
Yet we say we are all equal brothers
We are selfish to a degree
When we can’t afford to be

To make our place a utopia
We place others in a dystopia
We do not realize
We should treat others as allies

Earth, there is only one
This place is for everyone
Learn to share
End the nightmare

Literary: Mother's Pet Shop




Mother started her pet shop 121 years ago. Although, she just finished paying an unfair debt 73 years ago.

Her pet shop has had 16 managers. Unfortunately, the first had to be fired due to the unfair debt. The actions of the managers after that had to be approved by the debt collectors. A new one was appointed when the old debt collectors were bought out by other debt collectors. However, the old ones came back and saw that Mother’s shop was not doing well since the new debt collectors, so they just forgave Mother’s debt and left, claiming that they “saved” the pet shop from an oppressive debt scheme.

The first few managers that Mother was able to appoint by herself did well in getting things back up. Unfortunately, the one who showed great potential to do good, turned out to be pocketing money from the register to buy his wife tons of shoes. He also paid the janitor to make the doves disappear. He claimed the doves had the “Red Plague”. His “New Pet Shop” plan also turned out to be a scam. Mother kicked him out and he joined up with the old debt collectors.

Things from then on have not been so great. Another manager was kicked out for stealing money. Only this time, he was also running a poker club in the basement. The one after that spent too much time talking on the phone with her friend Garci. The next one tried to set things straight, but he didn’t really do much at all.

The latest one appealed to Mother because he seemed determined to set things right and he promised all the unwanted merchandise would be “wiped out” in 3 to 6 months. Except not only did that not happen, but Mother also suspected that he killed the black cats that won’t sell. He claimed the black cats were too violent to be on sale due to an alleged catnip addiction. He also started to sound like one of the parrots with his false promises, rants and swearing. He also blames other pet shops for our lack of business. Mother’s other pet shop-owning friends all agree our manager is out of control.

Mother hoped he would change his ways. Like the manager whose wife had a shoe fetish, he could have done so much good for the pet shop if he just paid attention to what the animals and customers needed. At the very least, it would have been great if he stopped swearing like a parrot.

By this point mother was fed up, she had it with managers stealing from her, abusing the animals and in general not being productive and beneficial for the pet shop and the animals living there. She walked right up to the manager and said, “If you don’t straighten yourself up, you’ll be worse than fired!” She then listed in alphabetical order the many ways other pet shops dealt with their crooked managers. When he heard about the pet shop across town and what they did to their manager who ate cake instead of feeding the animals, he knew what he should do.

Now he no longer “does away” with the cats, he now puts them through an adoption program. He also now limits his rants to once a month. Things are now looking up for Mother’s pet shop, another pet shop even decided to invest in it. The only remainder of the bad days are the parrots who still unfortunately swear and rant.

Literary: The Last Time




Valentine’s Day is nearing,
Those who seek romance are appearing,
They search for what they do not have,
They forget the love they already have,

Do you remember what you love and hold dear?
Do you remember those you keep near?
Are you sure that these things you do not squander?
Take a moment to ask yourself and ponder,

When did you last go out to play?
Mother calling you to dinner at the end of the day.
When did you last use the swing set after class?
In a playground covered in grass.

When did you last study for a test?
To give it all your best.
When did you last play with your toys?
Crashing them together in a loud noise.

When did you last feed your first pet?
Later cleaning the newspaper they wet.
When did you last cry on your parent's shoulder?
Clinging for support like a boulder.

Don't undervalue the routine and mundane,
Don't wait for when it’s over and you can't do it again,
For the day will come in our lifetime,
You will wish that it was not the last time.

Literary: Democratic Tyranny




Equal representation and equal opportunities,
This is what defines democratic communities.
The masses vote and decide as one.
That is how it is ideally done.

In reality, however, it is impossible for all to have a say.
If the majority decides, does the minority have no choice but to obey?
After all, democracy's goal is to maximize happiness.
With powerless minorities, is this really fairness?

Should the hundreds just accept what the thousands demand?
Tyrannic oppressors are not just singular rulers of the land.
Unlike dictators, masses cannot be deposed.
Tyranny of the masses, oppression unopposed.

Having no choice but ritualism and conformity to the herd,
Many are forced to radicalism to have their voices heard.
Radicalism leads to minorities further alienated,
And thus a cycle of oppression and hatred.

Literary: Flight of the Emperor




The rebellion has taken the final leap into the fray.
The Imperial Guard, shattered and in disarray.
Armed mobs, laid siege to the barricaded government sector.
Nobles and officials fled into the night like a specter.

The rebellion has prevailed.
The defenses have failed.
The masses finally broke the chains,
However, justice from the tyrant was not among their gains,

To avoid the victor's justice, the Emperor took flight,
Fleeing into exile while the blindly loyal kept up the fight,
To be taken with him, the plundered treasury and whatever wealth remain.
The stolen gold used to secure asylum within foreign domains.

Justice is never avoided, just delayed.
His noose is how today he is portrayed,
His prosecutor, the youth's educator,
His jury, the masses who know him a dictator.

Literary: Voices of Power



In a faraway land once stood an empire so far and wide,
Its foundation was built on conquest and genocide.
Its imperial rulers reigned with a rod of iron and voices of steel.
The people obey, for their words were backed by armies full of zeal.

Taxes and tolls were high and unfair,
Cities and towns lingered on hunger and despair,
Funds to better the people were corrupted by imperial decree,
By authority of the Emperor, carried out by cronies and lackeys.

Everyone knew what was happening but most chose to be silent,
For what was done to those who spoke up was not so lenient.
Those who wanted change spoke in whispers at night,
Planning and plotting for when they would take up the fight.

Demagogues with their silver tongues secretly rallied the oppressed,
Planting seeds of hope which won't be easily suppressed.
They knew the people's cry would drown the tyrant’s decree,
For armies are nothing to the people's insatiable thirst to be free.

Eventually, the day came when the people rose up as was decreed by fate,
To end their suffering and seize the apparatus of the state.
That was the day when the voices that commanded death and damnation,
Were drowned out by the resounding cry of liberation.

Literary (Submission): Beasts of the Earth x Wild World




Beasts of the Earth

Death by pithing, considered a humane way to kill.
The mind is crushed along with the primal will.
In this way, animals are executed,
For a painless death it is reputed.
To study and dissect, yet still be humane,
The subject is dispatched with minimal pain.

Why should we be humane like this?
What dictates what is not humane and what is?
Are we humane because we are human beings?
Or are we human because we act humanely?
If humans are humane because they exhibit mercy and pacifism,
Why do humans also exhibit brutality and sadism?

If humans are humane, why are humans the only ones...

...who wage bloody pointless conflicts with one another?
...who create infernal weapons to destroy each other?
...who are responsible for the extinction of other earthly beings?
...who enslave others of their own kind in unfair dealings?
...who discriminate others for no good reason?
...who condemn others to brutal prisons?

Are humans really more than beasts?
Or are humans just animals capable of greater feats?
Are we above lowly beasts for we are human beings?
Or are humans just animals looking after their well-being?

Wild World

In this world, we humans can never say that we are truly alone
We live amongst beings and creatures that we have not yet known
With this our curiosity ensues
And because of this, sacrificing other beings is what we choose


In order for us to answer our questions, we often make sacrifices
And we do this by a merciless process
One might say, that we are beasts for doing so
But why only humans, what about creatures that do this also?

What makes us different from these non-human creatures?
When anatomically, we almost share the same features
Is it because we have a more advanced mind?
Or are we truly just a different kind

Yes, we humans often have conflicts with each other
…just like how a fly is to a spider
Yes, we humans also discriminate
…just like mammals to their fellow primate

We humans are different, that’s very true
It’s shown by the things we do
But with this, are we truly the monsters of the earth?
Just because our lives have more worth?


We humans do things our own way
The humane way
…but so do these creatures
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