Soon the dead will themselves break their silence
Rattling their bones, they will march down the streets
chanting the truth murderous bullets hid
in shallow graves, the truth turns and festers
escaping into the air we breathe, sanitized
with lies more noxious than death. What sorcery
makes saints of monsters and monsters of innocents
hoodwinks eyes to see bloodshed as cleansing rain?
And blood is pouring, pouring like an endless rain
the executioner jumps on the puddles with abandon
until the blood of an innocent stained his hands
indifferent eyes woke to the horror, recognized
in the dead their child, brother, or friend, and they cried
for the humanity that they have once lost and found.
Kian was a 17 ear old boy who was shot to death – execution style – by Philippine policemen in connection with the Philippines’ war on drugs. CCTV footage showed him being dragged into an alley by two policemen only to be shot twice by a third. After the fact, the police say that Kian was a drug dealer based on social media posts. A government official declared that his death was a happily isolated incident. In any case, the government is spinning this tragedy any which way they can.