Oratorical Declamation

A Glass of Cold Water

Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.

I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But that when she was young.

Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I'm a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the party!

Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I'm coming!

"Child, are you still there?"

"Hmp! That's my mama"

"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"

"Mama, I'm in a hurry!"

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water."

"Mama, please, try to get it on your own."

"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!"

At the party, I danced and danced the whole night.

You see, I can't leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who proposed to me. At last, the party is over. I'm very tired. Very, very tired.

So, I went home to tell mama what happened.

"Mama, I'm home! It's very quiet. "Mama, I'm home!" Nobody answers.

Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but she's not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen!

I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she tried to get it.

Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!

Am I worthy to be punished?

It's already twelve o'clock. Oh, God, I'm hungry! I've been running and hiding for almost three days. I'm dead tired. I need some rest. But no, they are looking for me! And if they find me, I will be put to jail. But, where can I hide? Freddie's father is so influential, so powerful. He is the governor of our great province and did I kill his son! No, don't accuse me like that! I'm not a murderer! Hear me, I'm begging you, I tell you I'm not a murderer.

Audience ,let me explain, please.

I am a man who born in a province with a happy, simple family. I study in known school because of my hardships in life. All are going to be good, until there came a big burden in my life: It was about late afternoon and I was walking on a road near on my school. And all of a sudden, I heard a man seems he was suffering from a serious injury. I try to find that man, wanting to help him, did you heard that? "Wanting to HELP him!!". Then I saw that man lying on a hidden road there is a gun near to him, and he was seriously bleeding, craving for help, and he is about to die!. He is Freddie my classmate and a son of our governor!!"Freddie? Is that you?, Freddie! what happened to you? Why are you seriously injured?""Help me! Help! I need your help!""What happened to you? Oh Gosh, your bleeding""Curse are those fraternity who did this to me!" he said with full force"Don't talk too much my dear friend, I will brought you in hospital""It's late, it's late, hahahaha, I am going to die!""No my friend, can't you remember? When you said that you will be the next governor in this land? How will it be when you were about to die? Don't talk like that Freddie, don't talk like that!"I was running quickly, carrying him, enduring his weight just to brought him to hospital, but he forced to punch me and we fall together on the grounds!"My good and sincere friend" he said that it seems he was losing his hope

"Can you pick this gun for me?"Because I am in state of confusion, I follow his commands and pick that gun for him, and I was shocked of what he said,"kill me if you are my friend" he said plainly"what? Are you crazy?"" kill me I say!""No, no Freddie doctors can cure you! Don't lose hope my friend you will be alive!""I SAID KILL ME WITH THAT GUN IN YOUR HANDS!" he said angrily"but""I SAID KILL ME! If you're my good friend you will end up my sufferings!" he quickly respondI don't know what is happening to me! I slowly took the gun and fire it up. And in one shot, I was greatly astonished because I killed him with my own hands! I killed Freddie! No, I'm not a murderer! I just end up his sufferings! I didn't mean to do it, I'm not a murderer! I'm not a murderer! But I killed freddie…! I killed him! I'm a murderer!Now judges in the court, judge me if I am worthy to be punished…. I am not a murderer! I am not a murderer! Ha ha ha ha! I AM NOT A MURDERER!!!!!!

Obligation

We must go on. We cannot go back

The way we're on is a beaten track

Which comes up out of the yesterday?

And the footprints on it all point one way.

We must go on and on and on

Up the self-same way other men have gone;

And we must find by the sign they've spread

The better way to the days ahead.

Trees they've planted must gave us shade;

We must cross streams on the bridges made

By them; and win where the heights are raised

By going trails they have found and blazed.

By pathways blazed and by paving spread

We can go on till we forge ahead

Past the farthest bounds their feet have gone,

And up new paths may go on and on.

But past those bounds we must set out trees ;

We must pave the way for another's ease;

We must bridge the gorge where our way has gone

That other man may go on and on.

Vengeance is not ours it's God's Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare 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 mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago? Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still 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. Did the cruel Nippon's discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father's side pleading. "Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you," I pulled my father's 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. "Are you Captain Luis Santos?" roared the ugliest of them all. "Yes," said my father. "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.

We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits 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 hanging 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 nursing my poor invalid mother.

One day, we heard the church bell ringing "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 tried to show her the way to the hide-out.

Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, "I'll have vengeance, vengeance!" "No, Oscar. Vengeance, it's God's," said mother.

But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. "Vengeance is mine not the Lord's". "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 divine 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...

The Gettysburg Address. Oration is the giving of a speech. There could be tens or hundreds of thousands of documented speeches. Maybe more. o·ra·tion [ aw ráysh'n ] (plural o·ra·tions)

noun Definition: 1. formal public speech: a speech, lecture, or other instance of formal or ceremonial public speaking

2. pompous speech: a speech that is considered pompous, boring, or inappropriately long

3. public speech showing rhetorical skills: an academic speech that is designed to show the speaker's rhetorical skills, especially a speech given as an exercise in public speaking, often in a public speaking contest

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The good is oft interred with their bones.

Woe is

1. Great sorrow or distress.
2. Things that cause sorrow or distress; troubles

Synonyms: grief - sorrow - misfortune - affliction - distress

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Romulo begins by paying homage to his for-bearers and the land that they first set foot on. He also states that because of the influence of both the east and the west, the Philippines must wake up and embrace it's destiny....to meet the west (possibly in war). He ends the article by stating that he will fight to keep his country free just as his ancestors did. See the related links for the text of the article.