Nature Orations

Alms,alms,alms. Sp atomic number 18 me apiece ofbread. Spargon me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my overprotect? Do you knowmy amaze? Did you know me louvre years agone? Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can quieten remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with apiece other. We were very happy indeed. Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the doorsill and a deep silence ensued.Did the cruel Nippons discover our cool home? Mother ran to Fathers side pleading. Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you, I pulledmy fathers arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. The door went bang and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. ar you Captain Luis Santos? roared the ugliest of them all. Yes, saidmy fathe r. You are under arrest, said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a demote to bid us goodbye.We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw aggroup of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing thedeliciousfruits they were eating, Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father abatement on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten before he died. . . . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance Everything went black.The next thing I knew I was care for my poor invalid mother. One day, we heard the church bell tintinnabulation ding-dong, ding-dong It was a sign for us to find a provide in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her the way to the hide-out. Suddenly, bombs started falling airplan es were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. Boom, bellowing, boom, boom Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, Ill have vengeance, vengeance No, Oscar. retribution, its beau ideals, said mother. But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. Vengeance is mine not the Lords. No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, its Gods these were the words from my mother before she died. Motherwas deadand I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but vengeance issweeter. That was five years ago, five years. . . . Alms,alms,alms. Spare me apiece ofbread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, its Gods. . . . Its. . . . Gods. . Its