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…