the winding road to Diongan

the winding road to Diongan
leads me to all of you

your teeth are grinding
your feet stamping
your mouths shouting
your tongues hissing

the winding road to Diongan
leads me all to you

you ask for justice and they have nothing to give
you ask for food and the make promises as always

the road to Diongan had always been winding and winding
leading me to all of you and when we finally meet

we go somewhere at the summit of the mountain
a volcano erupts and those who are not with us shall be dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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