Stay Aswang Stay

They were deities of a dying age

Once revered for their beauty and power

The town shaman was chosen as their gauge

They danced for rain, healed, nurtured each other

Then the Spanish priests came to preach Jesus

To subjugate, take over land, and rule

The villagers fought back, raw and vicious

Their priestess was turned as the devil’s tool

Kapre, Mantianak, Manananggal

Showed up in the night to scare everyone

The tales of woe fringed on the magical

Smeared with blood, paranoia, hate, bar none

The Aswang’s life and voice need to be heard

Fluid and immortal, with rights assert

All Rights Reserved © JOEGASPARAUTHOR 2021

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