Tragic Ending: The Hong Thai Bus Hostage Siege in Phillipines A bus of 25 Chinese tourists had been taken hostage by a former Phillipine cop on Aug 23. The drama lasted for almost 12 hours. Eight Chinese died in the incident - reportedly killed by the hostage taker.

Airyn R. Lentija September 01, 2010

Oftentimes I write biting cuts, Wounds without any trace of blood Hidden in the shadows of emptiness Underneath the skyline of a scolding sky.

But as the air tightens on this 23rd of August I know it''ll be different

In our little flat which we called home Antipathy bubbles in the air Our tired eyes from sailing all day Never blink for a moment Stewed to the scene played on the TV's screen.

The people from the land that adopted me Were chained to the mournful hymns of the night; Gunfires from M16 riffle burn the small palings of hope Left on the edge of their doom.

Oh people whom I've come to love I can hear your heartwrenching wails I can feel the trembling of your nerves Across the miles,through sharp winds.

Oh people of my beloved home, Greetings to the one who shares the cup of agony with me, I am here alone, loved and accepted by the blood The common blood of the ones murdered by the man, The son of the motherland which nurtured me.

Are you feeling the shame too On how the uniformed men acting dross for hours? Have you suddenly felt the changing of colors From vibrant to gray to black?

Perhaps you would... We would... The whole world would... As we watch how the victim; The poor soul collapses on the left front door How the bullet unlock the handcuff That chained him there...

Should we sigh,moan or lament To the bloody end of the hostage siege?

Oh tragedy,you are like rocks that cruelly rebuff The aeonian flow of life's waves

Such sufferance slip into coma Any heart I bet would agree When you saw the immeasurable pain On the tip of her lips In every movement of her eyelids, A woman,widowed A mother now daughterless A light of the hause,without a son to light up with Because he is in the ICU,battling for life and death.

In a blink of an eye, nine lives lost Eagles soar high to wipe the copper cheeks of heaven But its deep scar constantly drips the vital fluid Bare to the eyes of the intrusive world

The root of contrtemps remains unknown Had perished with the ghost of the captor

And the mystery of the tragedy Awefully remains wodunit Leaving a fatal wound to the most.

Copyright Airyn R. Lentija 2010

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So touching my dear Airyn, I pray the World becomes a peacful home for humankind...You are writing well...I love you body and soul

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i was so dumbfounded when i was watching it on tv, how could it be that was the big question what went wrong then videos of some of the passengers while they were still alive we being shown then afterwards, it was taking these bodies to the gurney, lifeless, still, bloodied, i was just in shock and in tears

our prayers will comfort their souls and those they left behind heart aching poem

take care

everly

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