Mute

This one is an entry to one of the writing competitions that my wife participated in.  As she qualified in the regional meet, she represented our school and the province of Rizal.  

I have a voice and I can speak

But they have cut my tongue

Now it is from the inside that I shriek

Now I am mute

Silent, Silent, Silent

I have eyes and I can see

But they have placed a blindfold on me

Now I see nothing

Nothing, Nothing, Nothing

I am free

But they have chained me

My hands, they have bound

My feet, they have shackled

A bird whose wings they have clipped

I cannot fly, I cannot fly, I cannot fly

They paint pictures

Colorful, beautiful pictures

But like the headstone of a tomb

Underneath it is rotten and dead.

I have smelled their stench

I know their evil

Yet I have been silenced

A song without a melody

A breathing corpse

A mute who can speak

I have a voice and I can speak

But they have cut my tongue

Now it is from the inside that I shriek

Now I am mute

Silent, Silent, Silent

9th place

Poetry Writing (English)

2007 Regional Press Conference

Region 4-A CALABARZON
ica cheng