HINDI IKAW by Jerome Lois Esguerra

Hindi baril mo ang makapagliligtas sa akin

Posas mong tangan sa'yo mo rapat gamitin

Naturingang bantay kapayapaan ngunit naging alagad ng dilim

Kapag kayo na ang kriminal, sino nga ba ang nararapat tawagin?

Hindi presensya mo ang aking kaligtasan

Madalas nga'y natatakot ako kapag ikaw ay nariyan

May kakikilala pa nga akong walang kasalanan ngunit binalitang nanlaban

Tanong ko'y paano manlalaban ang walang kalaban-laban?

Hindi uniporme mo ang dapat tingalain

Dahil unang-una ay alam mo rapat kung paano 'yan suotin

Hindi iyan prebilehiyo na ipagmamalaki matapos abusuhin

May responsibilad ka sa bayang nagbibigay sa iyo ng makakain

Uulitin ko, hindi baril mo ang makapagliligtas sa akin

Lalo na't hindi mo alam kung paano at para saan ba dapat gamitin

Hindi presensya mo ang aking kaligtasan

Lalo na't hindi mo nalalaman kung sino ba ang nararapat protektahan

Hindi uniporme mo ang nararapat tingalain

Lalo na't isang kunwaring inosenteng pagyuko lang din ang iyong gagawin matapos kang may patayin

Nagsalita ako kahit hindi ako ang nakaranas

Hindi ito pakikisawsaw, isa itong liham kung sakaling hindi na rin ako abutin pa ng bukas

May mas malalang sakit ang bansa kaysa kumakalat na sakit na walang lunas

Kung hindi ito magagamot, kawawa ka naman Pilipinas.

-BATMANunulat

#StopTheKillingsPH

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