Almost everyday, I read depressing news about slain mediamen, slain leaders, slain witnesses… People killed for what they know. Oh my. This world has turned against itself. When killing the innocent becomes an everyday experience, one should pause for a while and assess the situation: “Will I be the next?”

Assassination is a personal as well as a political tool for revenge. While I do read news on people being shot by drive-by shooters, I noticed that most of these shootings were not mere coincidences. They were planned and then executed. That wasn’t homicide. That was murder. That was manslaughter.

I wonder why mankind has stooped so low to this level. They kill the very people who have the vision for the future. Now I know why the good die so young- they get bullets in the head, they get stabbed to death, they get beaten to death… I can think of a thousand ways to kill, but I need but one to do it. Ironic isn’t it? We look for men of honor; we look for leaders to help us out of this mess we’re in. But where are they?! Why don’t they help us?! My friend, they’re in Heaven now, awaiting the judgment of the nations, patiently waiting for the justice due to them.

I wonder why we’re so silent.

They didn’t leave us. In my opinion, they would’ve chosen to fight even in death. And true, their legacy lives on forever. In you, in me, in everyone who believes that good is good, bad is bad, with no gray areas in between. Actually, they’re still fighting. Death did nothing but take away their physical lives, their bodies, out of existence. Don’t you hear their voices chanting in unison with the angels above? Don’t you hear their cries for justice? Listen. Listen to the silence. Look around you. They still live. They live in those who love what is good. They live in us. Though they have passed on, their memory still lives on.

The more you know, the more you’ll be likely to die. And it’s true. Intellectuals have been assassinated in the course of human history. Do the names Mahatma Gandhi, Indira Gandhi, Rajiv Gandhi, Yitzhak Rabin, Aung San, Yasser Arafat (believed to be poisoned), Martin Luther King, Jr., ring a bell? Or how about Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, Filemon “Ka Popoy” Lagman, Arturo Tabara, Romeo Sanchez and Abelardo Ladera, William Tadena, and just recently Chief Inspector Renato Marasigan? Great men killed. But they did not die, no they are not dead. They live on in our hearts.

And who said that the good die? The good people live on in our hearts, in eternity. The evil ones die in infamy. I guess this is the secret to eternal life.

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