My PNP custodians brought me this morning to RTC-Muntinlupa to attend a hearing in one of the 3 drug cases, all trumped-up, filed against me by this government.
As our convoy navigated through Skyway, my usual daily route to and from work (well, way back when I was free), and as we were at the strip overlooking the service road going to the subdivision where I live, I realized how much I miss my own home, its comforts and tranquility. It dawned on me how much I miss my life, my normal life as a free creature.
With my continued detention based on orchestrated lies, I have suffered and continue to suffer an intense cruelty by my persecutors. I’m not, of course, talking about physical cruelty, but the kind that pierces through the very essence of your being, your very humanity: the curtailment of the basic freedoms of movement and to happiness, the deprivation of simple pleasures in life (movies, music, shopping, etc.) and normal human contact, and worse, the profound agony brought upon my family and loved ones.
Yes, I’m tough enough to withstand and survive through all these. But I long for the day to see my tormentors tremble out of shame and guilt.
Yes, I desire for vengeance but I am unwilling to execute it myself. Instead, I ask God, who is all-seeing, all-knowing and all-powerful to intervene. He knows best and He knows when.
Pinapasa Dios ko na lang po silang lahat…
Dear Lord, deliver me from injustice…deliver our country from evil.