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WRITTEN BY: Nicole Adriana S. Norella

In the satirical piece "The Waltz That We Play," the poet critiques
the absurdities and superficialities of modern existence, likening life
to a dance where ignorance and conformity lead the steps. This
dance, fueled by social media and political manipulation, traps
individuals in a cycle of hollow promises and blind worship.
Ultimately, the poem calls for reflection on personal autonomy and
the hollow pursuit of comfort through societal approval, highlighting
the heavy-hearted commitment to a life swayed by external
influences. The poet's scathing commentary onWHO societal norms and
political antics echoes the themes of Gabriel García Márquez's "A
Very Old Man with Enormous Wings," where a miraculous figure is
met with exploitation and indifference rather than reverence and
compassion. Both works highlight the absurdity of human behavior
and the ease with which people are swayed by appearances and false
hopes, ultimately questioning the integrity and humanity of societal
values.

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In this waltz of life where follies play,
A game called life, as per se.
They twirl and spin with innate superiority,
With the lack of knowledge and own conformity.

Every living day is like a game of charades,

Guessing which is which, and with whom to parade.
A post, a tweet, a viral clip,
A life ensnared in just one person’s click.

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promises, have they already awoke?
Thousands of hands are raised in awe at their presence,
Foolishly worshipping them even in their absence.

Debates at the Supreme Court, are oh-so-grand,

Arguing over the enticing change for the country’s name “so bland”.
With thousands of children left in famine,
Nothing to worry about, a disease will not be found unless examined.

They form large committees and endless boards,

With lion-like coronels and large men hoard.
Using the country’s court with its powerful signs and pens,
Plotting what turns out to be their storage den.

With the change of time, their weapons grow,

Incorporating screens both big and small, earning even fewer foes.
With the entanglement of one’s mind into a fake post, they fall.
Sending shivers to politicians who again ruled them, one and all.
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A laughing stock, they are to me.
So blinded by the idea of hope they claim to see.
How can they be able to sight such hope,
When they are blinded even with their neck tied to a rope.

In this dance where the rules are plain,

Just follow the lead and you shall not go insane.
Listen and observe only in strict routine,
Then you shall find yourself shackled like in 1917.

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people whose autonomy is now in ashes.
So, in this grand dance, we choose to parade,
Turns out to be a game of conformity, where morals are swayed.

How absurd can this life be,

Where we live for the comfort of others we see.
I therefore pledge, ‘til death do us part,
I thee wed this life with a heavy heart.