Kevin Siervo is a Licensed Professional Teacher living in the Philippines specializing in Language and Creative Arts.
By: Kevin Siervo
They ran to the wilds to set the fire on;
Slashing bomb rages! And cowards were forbidden
There were explosions; thousands of cries and mourning;
Amidst the perilous glitters, they’re crawling.
Crawling like a child looking for the caress of his mother
Stolen by the love he never felt before
They’re hungry! They’re begging! With camouflage embossed—
They had codenames, they’re born to fight,
To chase and chased to be shot.
They wore metal caps, embedded dog tags as their masks
Their might sends them to glory
Their courage thrones them to victory
But on the dark side of lighter shade, someone’s crying—
Grasping for salvation in a world where he’s nothing.
One eye couldn’t see his pains
Yet he was clothed but barely naked
Their beliefs were constant—
Still he’s trapped
Locked out in an impossible contrast.
He knew the invisibility of freedom
So he accepted mistakes of his dull wisdom
He can’t be blunt for he’s demure
He may be nothing for them
But they had a world of strange nature.
He’s into lively pastels
Yet they colored him dark gray-green hues
He loves everything nature gives
But destruction seemed unfavored of his beliefs.
For only this mask traps him into a deserted place
And now he’s ready to face the world of happiness and grimaces
He’ll prove he’s worthy of it
Though he knew they wouldn’t tolerate.
It’s the time to show the burlesque he hid for so long
In his own spotlight, a star is blessed
He wore the clothes he wanted
Put up some sparkles on his lips.
Now he’s bearing the other side of him
The demure, the outspoken
The submissive, the candid
The colonel, the mistress—
And his closet.
The look made him enduring
Unbroken like a glass made of steel
The grip of confidence was in him
With a lifting soul he stepped out of the dark side of light—
Loved his true color.
© 2019 Kevin Siervo