this one goes for the left

tell me, who have to the grave and describe how death feels like? is it painful, glorifying, or worth it?

one time, daisy and i were talking about the reality of the mindanao that i have learned. after that, it dawned on me that these men of the left have been fighting for decades for the truth that their ideology dictates. too many of them have died in the mercy of the gun, thinking that in their death there would be peace, and there would be surrender.

but there is not going to be any, because the problem insurgency, the rift among the social democrats, the national democrats, and those that are trapped in between, goes deeper than what meets the eye and what dictates the senses.

there is revolution everywhere poverty resides. it does not begin to thrive in the minds of the socialists and spreads like fire, but rather begins to thrive in the stomachs of the starving and spreads like fire among those who are equally hungry. there is revolution because there is a weak among us and because man is born devoid of equality.

the state may kill them all, the state may overrun their camps, but the revolution will prosper because they can kill a ka roger, but there will always be a ka roger who rise out of hunger and hold arms. the solution to this problem lies not on how many bullets may be fired to end the fightings that are seemingly devoid of any destination, but rather on the hands of the equally able feeder of the people who stares death by poverty and laughs at its ugly face.