By Cris Diaz
One morning, I woke up teary-eyed. I had no idea why. I know I tempered myself with a steely heart; however, I realized my emotions remained vulnerable.Nothing could ease the memories of what transpired that night. I did remember, though, that I had a dream. By the way, a person dreams a hundred times a night, but only the dreams that persist upon waking are remembered. Thus, I recalled my dreams when I awoke. Still, the tears in my eyes were significant.
Then, I remembered that I dreamed of a country in turmoil. I envisioned retired justices and military generals enticing people to topple the government. These individuals were chanting for justice and calling to eliminate corruption within the government. I dreamed of pretentious politicians eager to seize power, purportedly with the people’s support. I envisioned opportunists actively joining the political fray in hopes of gaining favor.
I dreamed of those facing corruption charges pretending to be innocent while shamelessly instigating people to support them under the guise of justice. I dreamed of a doomed nation—a country with a dismembered foundation because of the actions of its own people. They want us to join them, shouting alongside them with clenched fists for change.
I dreamed sitting in a corner. I cried shouting at them: Let us join hands to build this nation. Let us join hands to strengthen our government and protect our future.
I join the sufferings of the millions because of selfish leaders motivated to seize power to satisfy their whims and caprices.
The people are the losers. I cried. Email reactions/comments to [email protected] [Here comes Marites: A jealous sister wants her younger brother out because she wants to replace him.
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