There was a storm that destroys the land,
There was hopelessness
born from despair,
And there was an unknown
bloodbath that bathed their money.
They didn’t see you,
they put your life in peril,
So that they can live in your suffering—
In your silent outcry that made their wealth worthy.
But the secret will be out,
The lies will be unveiled,
And soon, the outcry of the masses
will disturb their comfort;
That will bang and rattle beyond
St. Gerrard Construction’s
doors and gates,
And they will feel the wrath of the silenced,
oppressed, and the marginalized they bribed.
The doom will be impending,
Their ending will be grueling,
For the rot of their betrayal have pierced
through the trust of the people,
And the rage is unwavering, deafening;
You won’t be able to hide behind
your blood-stained walls,
The death of your victims will haunt you,
The money you have stolen will
be back to the people,
And you will be left with a
massacred luxury.
You don’t need cars that costs
thousands to millions to live your life,
You don’t need the lavishness from stealing,
The money will never be for you—
It was always meant for the people you
should have served and protected.
And now, the decay reeks of
the foulness of your lies;
You will be left with the haunting
truth that you are a goddess of thievery.
Do you hear their screams?
Do you feel their fury?
Do you see their suffering?
Your secrets are not safe,
Your lies won’t be sugarcoated,
The truth behind all your luxuries
will come into the surface,
And you will confess all the secrets,
You will be afraid of the masses,
For their raging cries have
gone into madness,
And you won’t have the comfort to live
for the truth has now been unveiled—
That you are indeed the goddess of thievery.
Be careful, for your secrets and lies
have stormed even in the quiet.
There was hopelessness
born from despair,
And there was an unknown
bloodbath that bathed their money.
They didn’t see you,
they put your life in peril,
So that they can live in your suffering—
In your silent outcry that made their wealth worthy.
But the secret will be out,
The lies will be unveiled,
And soon, the outcry of the masses
will disturb their comfort;
That will bang and rattle beyond
St. Gerrard Construction’s
doors and gates,
And they will feel the wrath of the silenced,
oppressed, and the marginalized they bribed.
The doom will be impending,
Their ending will be grueling,
For the rot of their betrayal have pierced
through the trust of the people,
And the rage is unwavering, deafening;
You won’t be able to hide behind
your blood-stained walls,
The death of your victims will haunt you,
The money you have stolen will
be back to the people,
And you will be left with a
massacred luxury.
You don’t need cars that costs
thousands to millions to live your life,
You don’t need the lavishness from stealing,
The money will never be for you—
It was always meant for the people you
should have served and protected.
And now, the decay reeks of
the foulness of your lies;
You will be left with the haunting
truth that you are a goddess of thievery.
Do you hear their screams?
Do you feel their fury?
Do you see their suffering?
Your secrets are not safe,
Your lies won’t be sugarcoated,
The truth behind all your luxuries
will come into the surface,
And you will confess all the secrets,
You will be afraid of the masses,
For their raging cries have
gone into madness,
And you won’t have the comfort to live
for the truth has now been unveiled—
That you are indeed the goddess of thievery.
Be careful, for your secrets and lies
have stormed even in the quiet.
T
Written by Trisha Jane Estoconing, Insight PH
Trisha Jane Estoconing, Insight PH is a dedicated campus journalist and contributor. Their insightful writing sparks meaningful conversations and keeps the community informed.
