It would have been idyllic, breathtaking even, to meet one’s Maker under such a circumstance: the cast of the sun’s morning glow, grass by your feet, the quenching view of long rolls of hills. It would have been a peaceful, melancholic death — except there are 40 of you and 100 of them.
Women and mothers you never dared mentally undress now lay before you, their pants down, violated and raped. For some, bullets riddled their bodies. For others, it was a slash on the throat — they silenced screams.
It would have been idyllic — I wish it were idyllic — but yes, it was breath-taking.
*for the victims of the Maguindanao massacre