Ecce homo!
our country’s crown of thorns
with his feeble ‘lantern of lies’!
What wondrous, ‘tangled web he weaves’
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of dissimulation and deceit—
from class honors to pontifical doctorate,
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where he heaves his own ‘petard’ upon his head.
O, where is that poor, old caretaker, sir,
whose brain long ago he was to scatter?
Aye, he’s gone, affidavit of his dust
now invulnerable to Supreme Court justice.
And where those shares past bidding at 28 thou?
Sirrah! there’s a force in human nature
stronger even than blood and sugar.
O, what dollar accounts hath he, pray tell?
Vain the prayer! there are laws of secrecy
that sworn oaths cannot open.
May not a conditional waiver gain him
conditional innocence—a little attic of doubt
in the public mind for his private loot?
Shall not a long harangue on verge of tears
secure his office or win him a sinecure?
Aaay! a better mirror, quotha Ben Jonson,
to a man’s true likeness and form is his speech.
Heigh-ho! walk out on fools! by grace perhaps
of the banshee Sycorax at the last hour
and double gobbledygook, he shall be loosed
upon his own desolate strand.
—GEMINO H. ABAD,
university professor emeritus,
Department of English and
Comparative Literature,
University of the Philippines,
Diliman, Quezon City