'Nature Orations\r'

'Alms, alms, alms. Sp atomic number 18 me a  moment of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a chela so young, so thin, and so ragged. Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot hear besides I recognize that you are exclusively staring at me. Why are you aphonia to mavin another? Why? Do you receive my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me phoebe bird eld ago? Yes, 5 years of bitterness have passed. I can calm remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed. Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued.\r\nDid the cruel Nippon’s pause our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father’s side pleading. â€Å"Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot flummox you,” I pulledmy father’s arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. The door went â€Å"bang” and in the lead us five ugly beasts came barging in. â€Å"Are you skipper Luis Santos? ” roared the ugliest of them all. â€Å"Yes,” said my father. â€Å"You are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.\r\nWe followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw class of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating, whence suddenly, we heard a voice call, â€Å"Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .” we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father hanging on a tree. . . . nonviable. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten in the lead he died. . . . and I cried avenging, vengeance, vengeance! Every affaire went black.\r\nThe next thing I knew I was nursing my poor incapacitate mother. One day, we heard the church bell ringing â€Å"ding-dong, ding -dong! ” It was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I move to show her the way to the hide-out. Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were shoot from everywhere. â€Å"Boom, boom, boom, boom! ” Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her mildly in my arms and cried, â€Å"I’ll have vengeance, vengeance! ” â€Å"No, Oscar.\r\nVengeance, it’s idol’s,” said mother. But I cried out vengeance. I was like a fold volcano. â€Å"Vengeance is mine not the Lord’s”. â€Å"No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s” these were the words from my mother before she died. Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is godly but vengeance is sweeter. That was five years ago, five years. . . . Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s. . . . It’s. . . . God’s. . It’s…\r\n'