(a year after the mournful tragedy)
Down
On your man-made mountain
Frighten
Of another collapse
Of another tragedy
Deprives the innocent
The poor the majority
The hunger
I am blank
As I throw sympathy to all night scavengers
Digging for endless survival
Your smoke your artificial breath
I smell too
And I truly understand
Only poor country
Loves deadly-poisonous air
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-payatas-dumpsite-overnight/
