On coming home from Geneva to talk to OFWs about creating wealth for the country through entrepreneurship, I am confronted with the murder of people I never knew. One pair of deaths strikes me particularly. Why do I grieve so for this couple? Is it they I cry over, or the country?
George and Macel
By Mila D. Aguilar
George and Macel were lovers
Four children between them.
They rode out into the night
To be shot down in broad daylight.
George and Macel were lovers of country.
They did what they could,
Peacefully. But they were mowed down,
In view of so many.
George and Macel were lovers of freedom.
Young, they never realized that
Martyrdom would be the sum
Of their quest for the Kingdom.
George and Macel were lovers of God.
Born at the end of dictatorship,
How could they see
They would die on the tail of it?
Friend, I never got to know
George and Macel. Were they
On the list you made
Of those to be wiped out?
July 7, 2006
11:05 AM-12:04 PM
Do not pollute the land where you are. Bloodshed pollutes the land, and atonement cannot be made for the land on which blood has been shed, except by the blood of the one who shed it. (says the Lord in Numbers 35:33)