Alms for the Future

A poem for the thumbs who'd vote

The pen is a weapon so viscous, with fingers as its brave, valiant knights,

no one can escape its reach—a terrifying beauty akin to northern lights,

however, it is not harm it hopes to divulge as it is not a lion who only bites;

its sensual kisses against the surface brings so much warmth to the coldest nights.

Its embrace filled with ink, power, and might puts out the fire fueled by fright—

enveloping us like a mother to a child, always serving as the guiding light.

My brethren, this fragile yet amorous blight shall be the key to the future of might,

quite like the lanterns who guide Charon's vessel as it sails the river Nyx—forever guiding hearts.

This pen we now hold in our hands is the torch to an age so new and bright,

every blot of ink we leave behind will be an investment to the life we dream our country will live.

Believe, believe me, this circle of black that my pen as well as yours, will make—

shall make or break a step towards the success of this nation we adore.

So, like a mother, this pen—my pen—will also serve the light though imperfect and torn to parts,

forever foreboding, forever enduring, forever hoping for a future that ignites,

for it is parts torn, parts gained, parts we—as citizens of this country—must play that a pen imparts,

that even if it cannot become lethal like arrows, it can still bring impact as darts!

Yes my brethren, today our laborious journey to the future finally starts,

with this vote cast like investment for the next generation, we will exercise our rights!

It might be a little step but an effect is still an effect,

and the future is the future we make!

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Young Pilipinas Poetry