(Another OFW raped in Kuwait, a news from a Fil-Am paper
in Los Angeles)
Another Filipino raped in Kuwait,
The paper says, sister to my soul,
All ancient souls seeing us through
In this our night. We are all exiles
Here, sister, scattered here and there
To eke out that one penultimate life
We can and should where the money
Buys more rice and fish and penance.
We put water on the gruel, add some salt,
And we remember you being abused,
Heart, mind, loins, breast offered
In the altar of excess and grievous sin
In our islands, other islands, other lands
Even in the one where you gave up
The blood on your lips, legs, eyelids
The warmth of your youthful embrace.
I hear the cry, your wailing ripping walls
Your begging for death gripping us,
We who bear witness to your saving grace.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili