By: Wilbert Laforteza
Avaricious Ondoy gambled with Hurricanes of the West...
Boasting he's the mightiest among them
But went futile, he's only a tropical storm, not even a typhoon
Dismayed, went to visit the jazz bar of storms...the Pacific Ocean
Gulped wines made of the finest ocean's sweat and heaven's moist
Several days of a drinking spree, now dizzy drunk
Started his trek homeward, swirling but managed to carry weapons,
Weapons of abysmal volume downpour everywhere heavily
Angered from the defeat, now raging, demanding the lost pride.
Ondoy, the treacherous envoy of the grim reaper
Proved his mastery of taking lives using a nature's blood
Nature's blood, enormous water, saber crafted by heaven
The wild rush of your killer sap
Dipped man, drifted many, and took their breath
Poor man, spitted with gloom, wrecked with boons.
Your blow did not toot the trumpets of demolition
But with your killer water-saber rungs the bell to knell
You tore the gentle leaves of dreams
Crashed the frail into fine pebbles of depression and...
Propagated wrigglers of sorrow and death in your rushing pools.
How I wish you're just a simple breezing monsoon
Whom we can bear with even in the midst of winter
Now, I realized the truth, a thwarting truth
That you're really the child of Oriental Storm
And from a family of the most abhorred WANTONERS
#2009
YOU ARE READING
Ire of the Morbid Wantoner
PoetryThis is an address poem with its subject, Tropical Storm Ondoy, was wrote in 2009. The sad storm brought torrential rain and massive flooding in the entire Metro Manila and other provinces.
