Dead Weight: In Memoriam (Ferdinand E.

Marcos, 11 September 1917-28 September 1989) A death that stuns the wheels of government And carves enmity in the hearts of men How do we sing the darkness in this thing? There is a need to fix our voice against The weight of our loss, so that all in all, As we polish the weapons to blast the threat Of his ghost, our discourse does not disclose Our kinship with his blood, but from monstrous Corners of memory bring out poisoned Phrases to fling at his fleshThief, Scoundrel, Usurper of heritagethose terrible Maledictions he finely deserves, so much Did he trick us in his long governance. We will yield no quarter in this noble fight To cleanse history of his stench! Let him rot Abroad, let his brood burn in our angers heat, Let us persecute his friendsthose blind lackeys Who still lick his prints! An eye for an eye. . . Bah! He started it all, and the law upholds The virtue of our violence. Let us then Be firm: our vision of one happy nation Founded on Faith, Honor and Justice must not Be shaken by this abominable Carcass or the pleadings of his clanlock The waterways, patrol the air, check the land He Must Not Come Home, He Must Not Rest in Peace! (1 October 1989)

Dr. Cirilo F. Bautista,

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