tripped

there you are, walking lazily on you way to work. you woke up this morning and you ate your sumptuous meal of sunny side up, bacon and a good cup of kapeng barako.

its another day in the office for you and you are specially happy since today is the fifteenth of the month and that would mean registers will be clicking today. to make the matters become so damn good, today if is the last day of the wee k and you will find yourself at the metrowalk again later in the evening.

as you are walking, a child approached you with his hands holding his stomach so tight that you can surmise that he is sufferign from hunger. but you never gave the child some. you subtly frowned at the sight that a dirty child approached you and touched your shirt, as if the child has an unbearable disease just because he ahse not taken his bath for quite soem time now. you slightly got out of his way as you amde face the moment you smelled that he is already stinking. you never gave some, even for two pieces of dime. you nonchalantly said:

"parte lang naman kayo ng mga sindikato eh."

and then you arrived at work and got your ass so damn tired that all you wanted is to unwind, drink beer and be merry.

you took off the exact moment the clock struck 5:00 PM. and like an agitated helluva party animal, you drank, you dipped and you dug then you dropped. life is merry drinking you bottle of mule. life can be exhilirating with your neon stick, your shades and your tablet of E.

tomorrow will be another day,and tomorrow night will ba a different one with different playmates and different trips. ah yes, you drownyourselfin a lifestyle so addicting, so salivating. and you cant let go. you dont want to let go......

night is over and you're alone. the effect of E has just got "better" for you and you feel light with every step you take towards home. satisfying? yes it was for you...

and then you tripped.a body lying, sleeping on the ground reminded you that you were not really flying. and as you picke yourself up to yell at the person lying you noticed that the person looks familiar and it locked its deep eyes on you. he has his hands holding his his tummy as he nebver took his eyes of you.

you never knew what to do. you wanted to keepon going and finally sleep. but the sight that beholds you held your feet on the ground you were standing at. the body aint moving anymore and the eyes never blinked at all.

he was the kid you refuse to give alms to a while ago.he's not moving and his deep eyes are locked on you, as if he was asking why never gave him alms.? why did you let him die in hunger.

yes, he is a member a syndicate... a syndicate of poverty