Absolution in Crescendo

It is like a song in crescendo, this

Desiring for more bucks everywhere,

In the nooks and crannies of cold corners.

Quick economics, they call out

To migrants, tourists, countrymen.

The speed by which greed is telegraphed

Is like the lyrics of hatred gone mad,

The madness gathering music of the wrong

Kind in the wronged mind and heavy heart.

This is a ruse in a sing-song,

This search for easy silly sums.

Everything comes off in an offbeat key

Like the spasms of lost loves giving off

The wicked wailings of sirens going

Nowhere and everywhere to bring in

The cadaver of allegros in that cantata

Of bravados the liars crave for: more, more

Monies of the green kind to blend with

The notes of hard work and dreamed-of

First suppers that never will, never come.

Aurelio S. Agcaoili

Los Angeles, CA


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