Cries of desperation
Tomorrow, millions of Filipinos will rush to the graves. They will bring with them candles, matches, and, for those who have extra money to spend, food and beverage. Like ants marching to their burrows, they will brave the heat of the sun--or, if it rains, the torrential rain showers--to heave sighs of desperation and sadness. No, they cannot bring back their dead to life, and it pains them everytime memories of their loved ones come to their remembrance. At the end of the day, they will return to their homes, perhaps with satisfaction in the fact that they have fulfilled their yearly quota of one visit to the cemetery. Then they will try to forget that six feet below the ground are worms that slowly and gradually chew the remaining flesh of the body of their loved ones. As they close their eyes at night, the souls of their dead now living--or dying --in the fiery pits of bottomless Hell cry out to them for help. , but they won't be able to hear them. Happy Halloween.