legs dangling by the edge
of a roof, survivor of the winds
my stomach grumbles painfully
and i’ve grown numb to the cold night

our president is sleeping like a baby
unlike the new born next roof
lying in a bucket as a crib
and the elderly hanging on by a twig

everyone hasn’t stopped crying
since the rescue boat for vips passed by
but i already emptied myself
two typhoons ago, two weeks ago

i will not drown in the tears of ulysses
i will not lose any more of myself
i will not lose myself
so i can fight for those who did

my youthful rage goes beyond cruel weather
i will not let political leaders get away with ******
revolution transcends threats
we’ll make sure he never forgets

mister president, we are suffering
the consequences of your conceit
mister president, we are dying
with only our dignity left to eat