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Speech Choir Reverse Creation
Speech Choir Reverse Creation
Speech Choir Reverse Creation
by Bernard Backman
exitium mortem
ira
furorem
In the end, we destroyed the heaven that was called Earth. The Earth had been beautiful until
our spirit moved over it and destroyed all things.
And we said...
Let there be darkness... and there was darkness. And we liked the darkness; so we called the
darkness, Security. And we divided ourselves into races and religions and classes of society.
And there was no morning and no evening on the seventh day before the end.
And we said...
Let there be a strong government to control us in our darkness. Let there be armies to control
our bodies so that we may learn to kill one another neatly and efficiently in our darkness. And
there was no evening and no morning on the sixth day before the end.
And we said...
Let there be rockets and bombs to kill faster and easier; let there be gas chambers and
furnaces to be more thorough. And there was no evening and no morning on the fifth day
before the end.
And we said...
Let there be drugs and other forms of escape, for there is this constant annoyance - Reality -
which is disturbing our comfort. And there was no evening and no morning on the fourth day
before the end.
And we said...
Let there be divisions among the nations, so that we may know who is our common enemy.
And there was no evening and no morning on the third day before the end.
Let us create God in our image. Let some other God compete with us. Let us say that God
thinks as we think, hates as we hate, and kills as we kill. And there was no morning and no
evening on the second day before the end.
On the last day, there was a great noise on the face of the Earth. Fire consumed the beautiful
globe, and there was silence. The blackened Earth now rested to worship the one true God;
and God saw all that we had done, and in the silence over the smoldering ruins... God wept.
Author unknown
The Road Not Taken (1915)
by Robert Frost
And both, And both, And both, And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever, ever, ever come back.
All: I, I, I, we, like to think that we are Filipinos, that we are as Good, a Filipino as Anyone. My heart thrills,
when, I Hear, the National anthem, being played.
And my Blood Rises, when, I see our flag, Fluttering in the breeze.
All: And Yet, I find myself asking, How Filipino Am I, Really?
Boy #2 : When I’ am with Girlfriends or more correctly, when, I’ am with my Friends, who happen to be girls - I
talk to them in English.
All: And when, I have the money, money, money I give them a real Chinese Lauriat.
Boy (solo): Considering all these, considering my taste, for many things foreign, what right do I have, to call
myself, a Filipino?
Girls (solo): Should I not call myself, a culture orphan? The illegitimate child of many races?
All: Rightly or wrongly, whether we like it or not, we are the end products, of our history, fortunately or
unfortunately, our history is a co-mingling, of polyglot influences.
All: This is historic fact, we cannot ignore, a cultural reality we cannot escape, form to believe otherwise is to
indulge in fantasy.
Boy (solo): I must confess, I’ am an extremely confused, and Bewildered young man. Wherever I’ am,
whatever I may be doing, I’ am Bombarded, on all sides, by people who want, me to search for my national
identity. Who are you? What are you?
All: Tell me the Language I speak should be replaced, by Filipino; they urge me to do away with things foreign
to act and think, and buy, to act and think and buy Filipino.
Girl (solo): Even in art, art, art I’ am getting bothered and Bewildered.
All: The Writer should use Filipino, as his medium, the nationalists cry.
Boys: The Painter should use his genius, in portraying themes purely Filipino, they demand.
Girls: The Composer should exploit, endless Possibilities, of the haunting kundiman, they insist.
All: All these sound wonderful. But Rizal, Rizal, Rizal used Spanish, when he wrote, Noli and Fili. Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why did he?
Boys: Was he less of a nationalist, because of it? Must the artist, to be truly Filipino, paint with the juice of the
duhat?
Girls: And must he draw picture of topless Muslim women or Igorot warriors in G-String?
All: And if the composer, deserts the kundiman, and he writes song faithful to the spirit of the Youths of today,
does he become Unfilipino? We are what we are today, because of our History.
Boys: In our veins, pulses blood with traces of Chinese and Spanish and American, but It does not stop, being a
Filipino, because of these.
Girls: Our culture, is tinges with foreign, influences, but it has become rich thereby.
All: This mingling, in fact could speed us on the road, to national greatness, look at America, it is a great
country, and yet it is the melting pot of Italian, and German, British, and French, or Irish and Swedish.
All: If that heart beats faster, faster, faster because the Philippines is making progress, if it Fills, with
compassion because its
people are suffering, then it belongs to a true Filipino, and it throbs, with pride, in our past, if it pulses with
awareness, of the present , if it beats with a faith in the future, then we could ask, for nothing, more all other
things are Unimportant.
All: And I’ am proud, very, very proud, - because Underneath these names beats A Filipino Heart…
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