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Tom Agulto
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ON THE MILLENIUM
I write a poem, I was asked,
would they understand?
The fiery workings of my mind, I mused.
Time will tell!
What I can share is absolutely personal,
exemplified by the slow smoldering
of ideas I am nurturing.
Aware of the multifarious scenario in my mind,
coward that I am to expose, I’m refusing.
Firm in the belief that the poets’ legacy is sharing.
Or is it?
Now and till the millennium coming!
Long wrestled with my muse,
entangled with the vision of a million shoes!
They the victims of events current,
visions of the tarmac, sad and feint!
Of mountains denuded!
Of oxygen, cities are deprived!
Hark! The call of globalization
My Father Ocean,
my Mother Earth,
watching the exodus of the denizen,
Europe,
Middle East,
America,
promises if alleviation beckoning!
My tongue taste of the pollution
of soul and environment unfolding.
Would I rest, with the sad foreboding,
of my compatriots, the new heroes, returning?
Aware of my meager existence, the imitations,
could offer only the consolation
of a hardened heart, bereft of illusions,
would that be shown, a rosier vision.
Tom Agulto
Tom Agulto, Philippines
Used by permission of the author
