Political Poem No. 3

I shed a tear for Ferdinard Marcos

His face was that of a dreamer

Perhaps a lover

He should've written a novel

But there he stood on a balcony

Dressed in perfect white

Waving at obedient seas

With sad eyes

There was no beautiful lie

no singing whore

no lost moment

Just exactly that

An old man standing on a balcony

Naked in white