I live a perfect life. I eat, sleep, sh t, f ck
and will die under the very banner of freedom that
our government provides. I have the luxury to
waste my time watching movies, eating good food,
and writing down this letter hoping that some f00l
will write something like this.
Then I realize, it's April fool's. My day. I am a
fool for believing this is perfect.
How can this life be perfect if the majority of my
countrymen are sleeping in rags and concrete
floors and in the morning will dig up the garbage
cans for their breakfast? Some will wake up with a
heavy heart as they head on to the markets to buy
food for their family. With a heavy heart they
look at the value of their money. With a heavy
heart, realize they are fools.
With a heavy heart, I think what will the future
of my children be, where they will be and what
political oppression will be set upon them without
them even knowing that they are oppressed as I am.
Yes, I am oppressed. Despite the fact that I can
eat anytime I want anything I want, go anywhere I
want anytime I want, I am oppressed. Oppressed by
the mere fact that the corruption of our
government has taken its toll. Our country is
suffering. The Philippines is suffering. The
filipinos are suffering. I am suffering. But then
who is to blame? I look around and find no one
else but me. I am to be blamed. Because despite
the fact that I can make a change, I do not.
Despite the fact that I can call out to deaf ears,
I do not. Despite the fact that leaving this damn
piece of sh t country, I do not. This is still my
country.
THIS IS MY COUNTRY. And I will not let these
people take this country to the path of decay and
oblivion. I will not let them plunge it more into
the darkest abyss of poverty. I will not let them
kill my countrymen through their greedy inactions.
I will not make a move.
One man cannot make a change. All I can do is
dream that I am on a stage with millions of my
countrymen clinging to my every word. Shouting for
the same ideas within my head. That these millions
would open up their eyes and realize that we are
all fools. We are all fools. We are all fools.
We believe in the lies of politics, entertained by
the dance of the media, our dreams are being fed
by game shows, and take pity upon the poor stup d
souls who are paid to run rallies as their masters
watch and laugh as their blood is shed. We watch
as a political telenovela unfolds and we shout to
change our leaders and care not who will take
their place. We have rallies to take these
replacements out in the future.
We stand and watch as the very fabric that
protects us are destroyed before our very eyes -
our constitution. We stand and watch as the very
people we have elected satisfy their greed at the
expense of our countrymen. We stand and watch as
our country burns down to the ashes of what it is
really worth now - nothing. And we do nothing.
But what is there to do but stand and watch? For
then, this is our stand. A stand of f00ls on a day
of fools.
A fool writing nothing and shouting at deaf ears
of fools.
- Macario