a note to hatred

September 09, 2013:

I woke up to the sound of gunshots and explosions. A supposedly special day for me, turned to be the first day of terror. My city was under attack. MNLFs were found spreading havoc in five barangays; one of which was situated near our bank’s main branch. I called our manager and she, by the order of the higher heads, called off work. I was somehow happy to spend a day for rest with my mindset on “this is just another show…it will pass.” I continued on watching the local news and even went for movie trips (of course we all stayed at home). They had high-powered ammunition and weapons; more advanced than what the police/military had. It was chaos. Hostages were taken and fighters were killed in action.

September 10, 2013

Fire broke out in one of the affected area; it was said that the rebels burned houses to once again strike terror. People were told that the situation is under control yet the number of rebels increased. How did they manage to enter the “contained” zone? Where do they get backups? More hostages are held captive. What used to be a four-digit number for evacuees turned five. Hostages were used as human shield and once again, Secretary Mar Roxas said that these are not hostages because they were not hand-cuffed and they could go freely whenever they want to. And so, because of that, I want him to go up there and tell those rebels to hold him as hostage for the purpose of goodwill. F@#$ you DILG Secretary. PNOY told media that Zamboanga is not in a state of emergency. Why? Because his men insist that everything is under control (yes… their control). Again, I am dismayed. What can we see that they can’t? We are getting sleepless nights because armed men are causing mayhem in our city. People are panic buying. Stores and Banks are closed. Where is business as usual?

September 11, 2013

Surprisingly, the mayor asked for business to open and continue operations because everything is under control. Our head offices had their own discretion whether or not we should open. Sadly, we had to. I would gladly report back to work but not on a situation like this. We were only an hour open when the mayor called off operations again. WTF!?  How could she risk our lives just like that? Shortly, a few hours just after we had the chance to go home, the barangay where our bank was located, was under attack. Geez, what could have happened if we were still there? What’s wrong with you leaders? Back home, we had to pack-up and get ready in case the rebels will pass by our vicinity. The fear is sinking in. News were aired that women hostages were raped. And yet our local government were busy brainstorming as to how these rebels can “leave the city peacefully” meaning, they shall go unharmed… unpunished. Again, F@#$ you all.

A thief is beaten to death just for stealing food, material, or whatever from a single person. A rapist is automatically put to prison. A killer, when caught suffer the rightful punishment. But terrorists get to be negotiated… a 10-billion scammer gets special treatment… and so on… where is justice? How can we build up hope in these worthless leaders? 

I want my peace back.