WITH ALLEYS DARKENING and smog filling up the atmosphere, the season of horror begins being felt by its embrace. Possessed is my spirit with a certain English poet, pounding to tell the truth, slant. In the spell of ghosts and pumpkins, most settle for ornaments and frills to depict fake scenarios and attempt sinister and harmless surprises but failed are the people to see the biggest spook of them all; the country’s worsening political scene. R.I.P Emily Dickinson, walk with me on this.
October 1 to 8 were the days the Commission on Elections (COMELEC) opened the filing of certificates of candidacy (COC) for those who are vying to run for the May 2025 Local and National Elections. What should be a glimpse of hope, seeing exceptional individuals, aspiring lawmakers, or honorable professionals with an advocacy to have the interests in the betterment of the people’s lives, what occurred was like witnessing entertainers depart from a clown car. The ghost of integrity is on the run, nowhere near or far, out of sight, out of spirit.
“Haunted houses are no longer uncommon and an attraction site for doomed are every house and the country they’re in.”
As the month began with terrors and now concluding with the spirit of Halloween, I’d like to have an attempt in scaring everyone; the content-creators, washed-up entertainers, and those with a tainted criminal record probably have a greater chance at being elected than the promising lawmakers that the country deserves. While I can’t help but be in awe of the youth, with their unpretentious and naive charm, lavishing themselves to imitate fictional characters, they don’t know they’re in line for the most terrifying amusement ride; the future, both theirs and their future kins.
Haunted houses are no longer uncommon and an attraction site for doomed are every house and the country they’re in. Spooked are the past’s ghosts and the future generation.
In the season of ghouls, creeps in the shadows of greed disguised in a politician’s suit. Bloodied are the poor, along with the fake dead bodies used as decoration, used to scare, but, in reality, are used to warn. “Run, kids, run!” is what I would say, both from the imaginary ghosts and ill-intended blue-collar workers. Now as November ends, we are greeted by the instability among such a united tandem, unleashed tantrums by one half that finally breaks and diminishes the only thing promised by the duo; unity.
Society never seemed to find peace, especially in the Philippines. Only would I pray for it to be haunted by the ghosts of integrity, but it remains unfound, wishing it could be discovered by the youth. Although, for now, my spirit remains possessed, and yearning for a future free of spook and terror. R.I.P. Emily Dickinson, you would have never gradually dazzled the truth on this one, for blinded are the people already by the false and foul narratives.