Clemencio Montecillo Bascar was a former Professor and Vice President for Corporate Affairs of the Western Mindanao State University. He is a recepient of various local, regional, and national awards in songwriting, playwriting, poetry, and public service. Several of his poems had been published in international literary magazines and journals such as, Foliate Oak , BRICKrhetoric, About Place, Torrid Literature, Mused-theBellaOnline Lietrary Review, and The Voices Project. He had written and published by the Western Mindanao State University two books of poetry, namely; "Fragments of the Eucharist" and "Riots of Convictions." In the Philippines, some of his poems appeared in the such magazines as Women's, MOD, and Chick.
At present, he writes a column in the Zamboanga Today daily newspaper and resides at 659 Gemini Street, Tumaga, Zamboanga City, Philippines. He is married to the former Miss Melinda Climaco dela Cruz and blest with three children, Jane, Lynnette, and Timothy James.
LEGACY OF THE SUNSET
the daily sorties of helicopters are not something to worry about; they happen as frequently as one sees a funeral march in a poverty stricken and over-crowded habitat; so what is there to be scared of? death is a way of life around here; there is no secret about this ultra lucrative business of the day; if in doubt, you can always do a quick verification check in the nearest coffin maker's workshop.
just a few seconds ago, two helicopters passed by so close to our rootops heading toward an unknown destination for the customary and standard military missions: provide air support for their attacking or retreating comrades; extract wounded or dead fellow combatants; drop ammunitions and food supplies to sustain a raging gun battle against all enemies of the state; provide air transport for beheaded or recued kidnap victims; or do reconnaissance just to insure that the sovereignty of the state is fully protected and preserved from both external and internal threats.
it's a pity, there are no medals of valor in heaven nor hero's welcome at its gates. do you think st. peter should be impeached for being insensitive to the psychological needs of our knights in shining armor? but it is almost a certainty that it would not prosper with the presence of the super majority in God's domain; besides, this kind of political treachery is spiritually verboten, most particularly during the passover.
but why this gory day-to-day, hour-to-hour, and in extreme cases, moment-to-moment blood-letting ritual in this land of pearls? don't you find it odd, revolting, and paradoxical that people in comfort zones and positions of power and influence continuously, joyfully, and luxuriously live in peace and security while their brothers and sisters in the hinterlands are constantly helpless, hopelessly drenched in blood, paralyzed in terror, and choked in abject destitution and misery? don't they realize how long this scourge has been going on? immemorial, my friend, immemorial.
surely, what has been going on for centuries in our country is just a war game and it's not subject to prescription of any kind; worst, there are no signs that it's going to abate or end in our lifetime. the opposite seems to enjoy the higher likelihood.
but make no mistake, my friend, this perpetual bloodbath is for real just like august 13, 1898 for the capitulation of our freedom and homeland. it might interest you to know that fakery and treason are the foundation of our independence and sovereignty.
no doubt, we have arleady mastered the art of perpetual war. thanks to the parasites of the west.
bric-a-brac and oddities
i don't know how to deal with these two felines doing their thing noisily in the post summer moonlight; will somebody please do the kindness of advising this couple to be more discreet and moderate in their act of love? they have become indulgently demonstrative and disturbingly unmindful in expressing their affection to each other that it has graduated into a seasonal public scandal on our rooftops; but wait a minute, it seems proliferation of cats has an upside; there are no more rats pestering us; if this is true, then these cats in heat deserve green cards for unlimited romance anytime and wherever they want.
by the way,
how do i treat a mendicant carrying a piece of paper authorizing him to go around the neighborhood to demand for coins? is beggarism now a respectable way of life? what about david splattering goliath with mad? has gawkiness become a cutting edge platform to become an instant rock star? some say this is explicit jungle conduct; others however, believe there's nothing objectionable about bad-mouthing a giant in a summit of equals; anyway it's an essential element in producing blockbuster movies; it too, is a universal source of hilarious entertainment especially when mixed with green jokes by standout comedians;
if i become too skeptical and suspicious of any stranger strolling aimlessly in my habitat; helpfulness is no longer a social grace around this block; ask that half naked old man sitting on that driftwood by the wayside; he will tell you the reason why; he is our most reliable spy; a hermit says there's no substitute for watchfulness nowadays if you want to live a minute longer in this long embattled and ravaged aboriginal village; see that juvenile local soaked in his own blood? he is the latest victim of the toxic smoke from a backyard-grown killer grass.
don't worry about those frequent flybys involving caucasians; they are just ceremonial air shows; you know, like the bald eagles performing collateral but precision flights; there's nothing to worry about security; it's kept under control by our elite legions all the time; haven't you noticed that the enemies are now constantly on the run? i swear by all the stars in space that our forces have never lost a battle yet under my command.
no wonder, war never ends; good business as usual and nothing has changed since 5-19- 1899.