Saturday, 5 December 2015

THE CULPRIT (declamation)

THE CULPRIT

The Republic of the Philippines
Versus Rolando Madlang Bayan
Criminal Case No._________

      ...................Yes your honor I am Rilando Madlang Bayan docked in Criminal Case #27890 for multiple murders and drug trafficking. Yes, I pledge guilty to the crime I don not intend to deny. Come, sentence me to the ultimate capital punishment I deserve bu I beg of you to listen to me.
      This is how it happened. Many years ago in an obscure village, a healthy boy was born to a woman who had a name in a flickerville. My father was a man who had a name to himself. I was the fruit of their secret relationship. After my birth my mom got back to the world of make believe just to accept many more rejections. Offers started to come just a little and all her misfortunes were charged to my unexpected coming. She called me a jinx, her misfortune, her failure. Until one time she died of overdose of sleeping pills. Her untimely death added to my sufferings. My own father disowned me for reason he alone knows. Society condemned me. The pang of rejection was even bitter. I started on my own. Living the hard way until I found myself hooked in the business of drug trafficking.

     You brand me as evil, but have you ever tried to give me the chance to live decently? You call me wicked but has it ever crossed your mind that you too had a share in shaping me into a hoodlum?

     During the pitiful night, there was raid. We were surrounded by men in uniform. From my place I know the man who led the raiding team was the man responsible for my birth ... My own Dad ... I could have killed him that very night. I could have vindicated the injustice he had done but blood was thicker than water ... I made painful decision. I surrendered and handed him my revolver, I know I would answer for the many crimes of murder I had done but I am sure with my decision my father will earn another feather in his cap. It would mean a promotion for him.

      Your honor, now on your hands lie the verdict. Who is the real culprit? The man who sold prohibited drugs to sustain a living or the man who turned his back from responsibility? The man charged of multiple murders or the decorated man who led me to this horrible crime?


THE PANG OF MISFORTUNE (Declamation)

THE PANG OF MISFORTUNE

     Klang. Klang. That's the signal, yes, two hours more is left. Do you hear that? At four this afternoon I will have my rendezvous with death at the lethal injection chamber. I pledge guilty to drug trafficking and multiple murder. I know I deserve that ultimate capital punishment, but listen to my story. You too have a share in forming me into a hoodlum in this dog eat dog world.

      I was a matter of fate by destiny that I grew up in an area fast a accelerating in this orbit of moral decadence. My mom died a few days after my birth. Lola brought me up as dad, a policeman was a footloose and fancy-free family man.

     Outcast yes, I am , a bitter pill to swallow but more bitter than this was the pang of rejection. Dad disowned me for the reason he alone knew. Society condemned me fo mom's indiscretion, a fault not of my own making.

     I did not ask to be born but they gave me life just to wallow in poverty, in shame and in anger. All around me were dark shadows of frustrations: pre-marital sex, women of loose morale in heavy make-up, indecency, gambling, vices of all kinds, graft, corruption. Name them and we have them all in our place.

     At first, I lived as an errand boy then as a messenger for this oldest trade of flesh to sustain a living. I graduated to selling prohibited drugs while sniffing once in a while to get into the world of make believe to escape reality of life. That was how life was with one like me who has no choice but to stay living that hard way.

      One night, in my usual routine I had some small packages of prohibited drugs to deliver to my valued clients. I was intercepted by a man in uniform and was consequently caught in the act. i could do nothing more but to face the situation. Instead of submitting myself peacefully to the authority I managed to grab the revolver and shot him flat dead. Once , twice, until several policemen came to his succor. I shot aimlessly not minding anymore who might get hurt until I no longer knew how many lives were lost.

     God forgive me! But you people of the Philippine Republic who accuse me of drug trafficking and multiple murder I also accuse you before the seat of the Most High, God the all knowing, all wise Judge for:

    - having  failed me with our lawmakers who themselves are law breakers,
    - having taught me life's bitterness just with your words not coupled by your witnessing,
    - having done nothing to fight moral decadence that has swept and pestered our country now.

     I know I have but few minutes to live. Before I submit myself to face the Maker, I ask you People of the Philippine Republic to atone for passive participation in the mess and corruptionour country is faced with. Do something to save our country, save the Philippines, save our youth. Capture the lost values through moral recovery.

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

FIVE LOAVES OF BREAD


Five Loaves of Bread


She stood at the bar of justice
A frightened creature wan and wild—
In form too small for a woman,
In feature too old for a child.
For a look so worn and pathetic
Was stamped on her lovely face
It seemed that years of suffering
Was something time couldn’t erase.

“Your name?” asked the judge as he eyed her.
“Is Anna Ruiz, Sir,” said the girl.
“And your age?” asked the judge again,
Then girl replied, “I’ve turned fifteen.”

“Well Anna, I’m sorry to say,
That you have been charged today
By your town baker who said,
That you stole five loaves of bread

Do you know that stealing is bad?
And that you have displeased our God?
Do you know that you could be jailed?
And cannot be set free or bailed?”
“Your Honor, I know it was wrong,
But day in and out I walked along
Looking for work so I could earn
Even hard jobs, I’m willing to learn.

But fate’s unkind, my father is dead,
My mother is sick and lying in bed,
My brothers and sisters missed six meals,
They asked for food with eyes full of tears.

What could I do to save them from death?
I myself was losing my breath—
So I took the five loaves of bread,
But I’ll pay with services instead.”

There was silence in the courtroom,
That was suddenly filled with gloom.
The women wiped their tears away,
They heaved a sigh and tried to pray.

All dug into their pockets,
And then brought out their wallets
Sounds were heard of golden coins that fall
Into boxes passed around the hall.

The baker stood up and told the judge
“Your Honor, I’m withdrawing my charge.”
 A rich lady gave Anna a job
That helped her and all that she loved.

      Adopted from
        Guilty or Not Guilty

BAD GIRL (declamation)


Bad Girl

Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me..
You! You! All of you!
How dare you to stare at me?
Why? Is it because I’m a bad girl?
A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?
That’s what you call me!
I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.
I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, If I have too.
Yes, I’m a bad girl, but where are my parents?
You! You! You are my good parents?
My good elder brother and sister in this society where I live?
Look…look at me…What have you done to me?
You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you

most!
Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine!
While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session…
Thus… I drifted away from you!
Longing for a father’s love, yearning for a mother’s care!
As I grew up, everything changed!
You too have changed!
You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bars and night clubs.
You even landed on the headlines of the newspaper as crooks, pedlars and

racketeers.
Now, you call me names, accuse me of everything I do to myself?
Tell me! How good are you?
If you really wish to ensure my future…
Then hurry….hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you…
Protect me from all evil influences that will threathen at my very own

understanding…
But if I am bad, really bad…then, you’ve got to help me!
Help me! Oh please…Help me!

The LOST GIRL

The Lost Girl
by Dhang


I am a girl, young in heart and in mind… I am carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but play,play and play…I seldom go to school but hmp! nobody cares! Instead,you will see me roaming around  standing at the nearby canto, or hanging around at the sari-sari store standing beside the jukebox stand…

One day I asked I asked my mother to teach me how to behave,to live, and appreciate all the  beautiful things in life. 

Would you like to know what she told me? 

She said…
" Can’t you see, I have to hurry up for my  majong session! "

 So I turned to my father to console me. But what a wonderful world word he did tell me…  

" Child, I have to finish my overtime work…Here’s 500 pesos, go and ask your teacher about that question…"



Sadly,I attended my class… But I heard nothing but the echoing voice of  my teacher,torturing me with her words… 

" Hey yo lazy girl!  Why waste your time studying those things? When up to now you can’t even multiply seven by nine? Go home and don’t bother me!!!"



I am lost…confused…I don’t know what to do with myself… 
Where are my parents to guide me?  
My teachers to give me inspirations?  
My friends, when I play? I’m lazy and irresponsible.



When I try to study, I get punished for not being able to answer. 
Where now…I’m confused… 
Somebody, please help me… 
You say that the world is beautiful,  why is it treating me this way? 
Hear me please! 
Help me please! 
Help me… 
I am lost…

Thursday, 28 August 2014

A CALL FOR MOM AND DAD (declamation)


A CALL FOR MOM AND DAD


Ring... ring... ring... is it the phone? My, it's two o'clock in the morning yet. But wait. It is Dad. Has he just got home from the business meeting, maybe... poor Dad! He works so hard for Mom and me.
I walked on tiptoe to the door ( another honking was heard ). Oh, is it Mom? Yes and what happens? She looks drunk, swinging her way to the sala.

All I hope was to give them surprise but I get, instead the biggest surprise in my life. Dad, my hero leads a Cassanova lifestyle: wine, women and party. And Mom, the lady behind the recent fund raising campaign is the exact opposite of the image she projected in that last week's PTA event. A cheat, a liar. How could they do this to me? "You brute," Mom shouted, You think you can always hide things from me? I saw you with your secretary," and she started throwing things at Dad.

"Stop that, Matilde." And he pushes Mom hard enough to the wall.

Is this the home I was eagerly looking forward to return for a vacation? And Dad, is he worth emulating? My Mom, what has gone with her? I got out from my place.

Mom, Dad what's wrong? Benjo, good you are here. Dad managed to say. We can no longer go on this way anymore. It's no use of hiding things from you I must confess. I love you son. You are the only reason of my staying here. Now it is for good. I must leave the house. Son, please understand. He went up and in an instance he came down with his luggage. Mom seemed to be in the state of shock. All she could do was cry.
Benjo, my son. I can no longer hide the truth. Your Dad and I are never happy. We have to part ways. Please, Son try to understand.

I bite my lips to hold my tears but I held Mom by shoulders. Mom, why has this happened to us? Have you ever thought of the effects on me? That happened a long time ago.
I do not know where Dad is now. It took me long to gather the prices of my broken dreams. All I know is I am very much affected by what happened to us.

To you fathers and mothers present in this hall now, I challenge you to step forward to prove you are not cowards like my own Dad. I challenge you mothers to stay firm and unwavering, never to let your family break.

Saturday, 16 August 2014

LRT BOMBING

LRT BOMBING

Bread. Bread. . .spare me a piece of bread. Believe me, I don't want to society but fate dooms me to this deplorable situation.

We used to be a happy family. Dad was a good provider until that pitiful day in May. All I could remember was Mom crying over the sad news of Dad's untimely death. He died in an airplane crush and his remains was nowhere to be found.

Mom gallantly took her responsibility as our guide and provider. Benjo, Mom and I made up the happy family we were once.

A day before New Year, we took the LRT to evade the heavy traffic. I was in pink dress, matched with a pink ribbon. As I mused with towering edifice on our way to lola, a great Commotion ensued. Mom embraced me tightly to shield me from apparent danger. Everything went fast. BOOM. . . A DESTRUCTIVE EXPLOSION WENT OUT.

"RIZZA, take care," she said and finally loosened her hold on me. Her look was gloomy and slowly she closed her eyes as she gave forth her last.

"Mom." I cried out loud as I struggled to get out from the broken seat. As I looked at the crowd, I saw everything in disorder; people in commotion and crimson blood oozed from my Mom's forehead.
"Mom," I cried bitterly embracing her lifeless body. Everything went dark, darker until I found myself in a hospital. Worst, Benjo was nowhere to be found.

What awaits a small, incapable girl like me. Nothing but a the bare truth of misfortune-darker than the hundred nights. . . uncertain than a thousand blank reality.

Bread, bread. . . give me a piece of bread.