Cynthia BuhainBaello

(November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

A Failed Ideology


In my land there spreads a great Plague
That leaves my countrymen in a coma
An ideology that has failed and is vague
Still tries to brainwash with its dogma.

Its interest breeds undue Unrest
Banking on the throes of Poverty,
Wearing the Mask that it wants the best
But in truth, it is rooted in Autocracy.

History revealed its pathetic dreams-
In places it reigned there was Chaos,
And those who pursue its ways it seems
Just want Power to bring us a great loss.

Freedom has been where this land embarks,
It people, though lowly, have Patriotism.
And never will there be the teachings of Marx
That will seed here to grow Communism.

NEVER!

Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Edited: Sunday, February 02, 2014

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Copyright~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~07.18.13

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  • Joe Breunig (10/15/2013 3:45:00 PM)

    Bravo! NEVER! is absolutely correct; all forms of bondage needs to be avoided - especially when it's government sponsored; well done!

    -Joe Breunig,
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