Bernard Jess Sagpang


Beauty Dishonored


Her mouth was shut

Her bones were broken

And her eyes cried her last

Mercy unspoken



Her hands were tied

Into disrespect

And bullets riddled her

Beauty forsaken



A year had passed

Her whispers remain

Screaming out from the ground

Like prisoners of war

For death undeserved

For justice deprived

For her beauty silenced

For her beauty forsaken



A beauty dishonored!


(A tribute to all women who died at the MAGUINDANAO Massacre in Philippines, Nov.23,2009)

Submitted: Monday, April 04, 2011

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