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cold metal
cold metal gun
cold metal run
what gives you the license to kill
if I told you clear, you will find it
police violence is not a language of a well-kept land
but your uniform does not guarantee your profession
you've pulled the trigger and rain the bullets down
spray them to unsuspecting citizens
and have the people I know be shot and injured
what have you done?
by mere lack of inhibition you left us and my neighborhood an eerie vacancy
you don't know whom you took a life with
you'll never know what shock you gave
whether if I have sympathy
you have no right
for I know the men you shot and injured
he's been a kuya to me
he'd been a safe protector
yes, cocky
but you never know him
he can be a leader of a fraternity
so what?
he's more active in our community
more proactive to comply with the law
than you could ever be
more innocent than you could ever be
for he never owned a trigger
even if he's an heir or an established successor
he bears the family honor that you could never have
who knew that a cold metal is a measurement of a scum
vagabond bastard wandering around in uniform
if drunk, he sheds his coat and goes wild like an animal
rot in jail, then
for you'll never see the aftermath
the sadness flickering in his father's eyes
the grief you've inflicted to his mother
as they watch their son in a coffin
and be buried in a graveyard
is it worth a ceremony for the rest of us?
he's my neighbor
see the cold metal gun shines with luminance
see how your uniform's authority
speaks violence and degradation
he could've leave
he could've run
but he didn't
when he had a younger one
see, how he differed from you?
your cold metal and profession pour bullets
but a frat leader knows how to immediately shield his younger brother
from a fatal shot
even if it costs him his life
something a dignified man you will never be
for he may be anything but what others don't see
he's been a kuya to me and to the people who knew him well
bearing our family honor and character
he who doesn't wear violence as a badge
and he who is a real leader that never left his men behind
how are you compared to him?
fuckin' pig
and I write this
when I remember
what confusion you left us to grapple with
how dare you leave it like that
and dare to bribe justice with a pay
who the hell do you think you're dealing with?
what you have is just a crumb to what he eats everyday
rot in jail, and leave your family behind
just as much you forced him to leave his children and his wife
and I'm left to remember with anger and hurt
for how dare you
make us feel this vulnerable
when nothing wrong was done to solicit such encounter
they'd arrived to a place peacefully
minded their business peacefully
for an ill-bred drunkard like you
to go ballistic when asked to leave the bar
was it fate?
no, for how does fate compensate
a house that lingered with imposed silence
done by the hands of a fool like you
who think a cold metal like a gun
is an icon to be feared and revered
what you have proven instead
is how low you can get
that will soon have your own family bearing the yoke of your sin
and shame
