It is almost a month after my first article, Indonesia declaring war on our great nation Philippines.
The streets has become a ghost town, no more flashy announcements and no more indomitable agenda.
As I look outside all I see is black smoke coming from our factories without rest.
Clanking of machineries and cracking backs is all I hear.
The scent of gunpowder alleviated from the air, replaced by a subtle smell of cinnamon and cloves.
Touching this tree, once a sapling has filled me with great pride. Expecting of what to come made me melancholic could the same saplings growing, living and thriving survive the future endeavours of this country?
Peace do bring wealth. But it also brings weakness and carelessness
YoungGod