Julian Alfonzo Bansil

opened letters, closed eyes

Bleak is the future that looms over the earth. Trumpets rage and sirens screech, yet we are too busy reveling in the deafening monotony of compliance and complacency. Those who sit on golden thrones demand blind obedience, and who are…

no return(?)

here lies the hope of a bleeding nation  where blood, sweat, and tears are spent to stay alive.  power sits on golden thrones seeping with grandiose delusion,  poverty-stricken citizens given just enough to survive.    and where blood, sweat, and…