Pasay’s blood was scrubbed clean,But for us the metallic stench remains,She’s no longer there cradling her dead husband,But we can still taste her tears,The sign beside him was thrown away,But we remember its words:“Pusher ako wag tularan“.She says he was innocent,But do pushers even deserve to die that way? As her tears dry,And the crowds … More The Aspiring Dictator (After Pablo Neruda) (Poem)