Am I To Be Blamed?: Declamation

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Am I to Be Blamed?
This is a moving piece about a young girl arrested for stealing. She pleads her case to the police
officers and tells her life story.
They're chasing me, they're chasing, no they must not catch me, I have enough money now, yes
enough for my starving mother and brothers.
Please let me go, let me go home before you imprison me.
Very well, officers? Take me to your headquarters. Good morning captain! no captain, you are
mistaken, I was once a good girl, just like the rest of you here. Just like any of your daughters.
But time was, when I was reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived honestly in life. My,
father, mother, brothers, sisters, and I. But then, poverty entered the portals of our home. My
father became jobless, my mother got ill. The small savings that my mother had kept for our
expenses were spent. All for our daily needs and her needed medicine.
One night, my father went out, telling us that he would come back in a few minutes with plenty
of food and money, but that was the last time I saw him. He went with another woman. If only I
could lay my hands on his neck I would wring it without pain until he breathes no more. If you
were in my place, you'll do it, wouldn't you Captain? What? You won't still believe in me? Come
and I'll show you a dilapidated shanty by a railroad.
Mother, mother I'm home. Mother? Mother?! There Captain, see my dead mother. Captain?
There are tears in your eyes? Now pack this stolen money and return it to the owner. What good
would this do to my mother now? She's already gone! Do you hear me? She's already gone. Am I
to be blamed for the things I have done?
Bad Girl
This is a popular declamation piece about a "bad girl" who becomes bad because of the
negligence of her family, school, and society.
Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me.

You! You! All of you!
How dare you to stare at me?!
Why? Is it because I`m a bad girl?
A bad girl I am, a good-for-nothing teenagera problem child?
That's what you call me!
I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.
I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, if I have to.
Yes, I`m a bad girl, but where are my parents?
You! You! You are my good parents?
My good elder brother and sister in this society where I live?
Look! Look at me.... What have you done to me?
You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you most!
Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine!
While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session.
Thus... I drifted away from you!
Longing for a father`s love, yearning for a mother`s care!
As I grew up, everything changed!
You too have changed!
You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bars and night clubs.
You even landed on the headlines of the newspaper as crooks, pedlars and racketeers.
Now, you call me names, accuse me of everything I do to myself?
Tell me! How good are you?
If you really wish to ensure my future...
Then hurry....hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you.
Protect me from all evil influences that will threaten me at my very own understanding.
But if I am bad, really bad...then, you've got to help me!
Help me! Oh please... Help me!
The Rich Man and the Poor Man

This is another popular piece that has been delivered in declamation contests time and time
again. It is a dialogue between two men: the selfish rich and the begging poor. It is, perhaps,
memorable for this line: "Eat, drink, and be merry. For tomorrow you shall die!"
Food and money I give to you,

Why do you shout so mercilessly
When I give you your part?
queried the rich man.
The poor man replied:

Your question you cannot answer
For from pain and agony you are free,
But I have suffered and borne
The situation that I dont like to be in.
That I couldnt understand

Because life for me is easy;
I take this and take that,
And life is just what I want it to be.
consented the rich man.
Comfort your mind, rich man,

with realities of death.
Your wealth I do not envy
For you cannot buy
eternity with money.
If to live happily
is to live in hypocrisy,
Then I prefer to be silly
so I would be holy.
Life you love so much you will lose
And only then will you understand
What agony is, the poor man shouted.
Ha! Ha! Ha! You say so

For you desire this place of mine.
Indulgence you have clouded with reason
But I understand because of your situation.
boastfully the rich man said.
Outraged the poor man answered:

How pitiful the person blinded with pleasure;
No, you dont care of our journey
That you have created through your greediness.
Come now, man of weak soul!
Your days are numbered for you to face
The Man of Love.
You may not cry now but later you will
When the chilling reality of the last judgment
Comes across your way;
Yes, then you will pity, but not for me.
Not for anybody else.
But for yourself only!
Yes, eat, drink, and be merry.
For tomorrow you shall die!

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declamation

Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me.

The Rich Man and the Poor Man

Food and money I give to you,

The poor man replied:

That I couldnt understand

Comfort your mind, rich man,

Ha! Ha! Ha! You say so

Outraged the poor man answered:

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