Seeing is Believing

Time after time it gets tiring having to report robberies, burglaries to the police.
After being sent to the next police station cuz " ... madam, the officer to whom you could report this incident is not here at the moment perhaps you could return tomorrow afternoon or else drive up to the next police station, besides, its lunch time now..." it almost feels like we live under the pity of those who attach themselves to our monthly budget.

" ... yes, I heard too that going up that hill after 5pm is not the best of ideas one can have, the poor guy had a knife carved to his chest and he only had some 8 dollars on his pocket..."

Damn it!!!

We live under the pity of those who get no pity from anyone, "not even me".
Day after day the radio tells us bout the many JOES’s and JANE’s victims of the same hunger...

“He now wants to leave the country and leave everything behind..." cuz he just can't understand why he has to submit himself over and over again to a gun pointed to his head a gun pointed to his pride and yet, no one seems to care!"
Maybe 'cuz his life was spared, well, at least this time... ( WE DO CARE HONEY )

We can't live in fear yet fear never leaves us.

The JOE next door just couldnt wait for that next time (Yes, there is always a next time)and so he writes a letter to his unknown friend:

" Mr. Thief, I urge you to after robbing me again; you find ways of giving me back that which belongs to me! Buying it from the "legal" market is very costly and I know that I can get it from you at cheaper rate. I promise to be as discreet as one can be about this issue 'cuz truly, I would hate to be arrested for possession of a stolen good. I am sure of your understanding and I will wait to resolve this issue.

Note: Please don't steel this poster!!!"

Seeing is believing yet sometimes we wonder whether what we see it’s a product of our imagination.


Lenna Santos