Upon The Great Monument Of Dr. Jose Rizal

upon his great monument
early this morning
some tiny needles of rain
are falling

lush grasses below his feet
untrimmed
around him are the mango trees
unpruned

the white paint is looking old
motorcabs pass by
some women with black umbrellas
rush along the sidewalks

the rain falls heavily now
each rushing to take their chosen
shades and then stop for a while

nobody cares what he really
said
nobody reads what he had written

he is past.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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