A poem (taken from Budyong Han Samar) dedicated by a daughter to her parents (Jose Dalwatan and Nenita Dalwatan) who lost their lives in an ambush in Villa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A Bullet\u2019s Noble Fate<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Does a bullet want to know Does man ever hope to know Would Jose Ma. Sison, in the Netherlands, care Would Ma. Corazon C. Aquino deplore Does Fidel V. Ramos understand These thoughts too sublime for me: Jose, an ordinary municipal budget officer, Yet, consistently indifferent Ma. Nenita, a Cum Laude; Three long decades as fifth grade teacher, I am a simple and ordinary bullet, There is only one white vehicle I am a silver bullet, There is an instant party! No, I can\u2019t stop them! Not a bit!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I see Jose sheltering Nenita painstakingly, Does the Intemational Red Cross The local radio stations And those in Villareal \u201cThe leader is executed!\u201d I am an ordinary silver bullet, For Mother and Father, who lived such selfless lives. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A poem (taken from Budyong Han Samar) dedicated by a daughter to her parents (Jose Dalwatan and Nenita Dalwatan) who lost their lives in an ambush in Villa. A Bullet\u2019s Noble Fate Does a bullet want to knowfor whom it will serveits sole purpose for being?Does a hi-powered gun ever […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-505","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=505"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":508,"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505\/revisions\/508"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=505"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=505"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/villarealsamar.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=505"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
for whom it will serve
its sole purpose for being?
Does a hi-powered gun ever paint the face
of the one whom its cold nozzle
would defiantly ruin?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the name of each bullet
that would carve its heart
and end its reason for being?
Does the aggressor
finally connect the points
when mind yields control
over sense and reason?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that rebels in the outskirts
of an island called Samar,
unilaterally wage war
against civilians
caught in the crossroads\u2026
of political strife?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
such failure of democracy –
when the right of ordinary man to live
is denied beyond repair,
along a lonely and obscure road;
no celebrations or monuments-
their anguish forever etched,
in the highest ethers?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that even a strong armed forces,
and sharp military strategy,
cannot defend the ordinary Filipino,
from a heinous crime of wanton bloodbath
waged upon the armless masses?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for I am but a simple bullet,
along with hundreds of other bullet-friends,
fortuitously meeting our noblest clients;
Do I know their names?
Who? Nenita? Jose?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
helping found the municipal high school;
passionately building in a local water utility service;
competently teaching all math subjects in high school;
early on, simply serving as councilor;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to flaunting name or service
even in founding documents;
He would simply say,
\u201cThe Lord gives one a privilege to share.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of St. Paul\u2019s College, Tacloban.
Would Imelda Romualdez (later Marcos)
ever remember Nenita?
a college-mate, then working with Imelda
on some college projects?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of sublime Villareal Elementary School, in Samar;
Indifferent to the limelight of career:
School Principal or Supervisor?
No. She would simply say,
\u201cI would like to help the poorest
and the slowest ones:
they who are in the last section
of the fifth grade classes;
so that they will soon move on,
to sixth grade and then graduate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
yet my masters are invincible with me.
Am I at war in land or sea?
But I see no bullets from the enemy line before me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Slowly inching its way
along this valley of darkness,
like a deer trapped for the skilled hunter\u2019s slay.
Why are we here? What are we fighting for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and on this day May 13, 1993,
I reach out to behold Nenita\u2019s heart;
my bullet-friends find Jose\u2019s head and neck,
and more of them bedeck
Nenita\u2019s body so frail and weak;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Music at its melodious peak;
I am drenched in red wine\u2026
Red wine carelessly pouring out
from broken glasses\u2026
into many icy cups of tears\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but there are hundreds more of us –
bullets flying from all comers
of the lone white carriage!
I hear Nenita and Jose
As they step into the doorstill beyond,
softly uttering no better words,
but simply-
\u201cLord… Lord… Lord…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
come to bring in more bottles of red wine?
Does Jose Ma. Sison wish to know
the name of each bullet and burning nozzle?
on such daunting day?
Does Corazon C. Aquino behold
the white dove in the white carriage,
its wings now drenched in red wine?
Does Fidel V. Ramos light a cigar
for a war waged, but with no enemy line?
Does Imelda Romualdez-Marcos remember\u2026?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly becoming busy,
airing the newsflash for the week;
Townfolks fearfully hushed,
Cloistered around the barber shop,
lounging in front of the sari-sari stores;<\/p>\n\n\n\n
with faces like walking graves,
closing the windows of their homes\u2026
then in silence each one weeps…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is a mistaken ambush!\u201d
Oh, that has become my master\u2019s fate!
While Nenita & Jose, and more-
they have become
the unsuspecting objects
of a fatal mistake?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But isn\u2019t it my noble fate
to be with Nenita & Jose
along a lonely obscure road,
in a dark valley of Villareal,
on May 13, 1993-
Oh, such a fateful date?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Edel Mary<\/p>\n\n\n\n