112715 #3:15PM

Tila swelduhan na ng tulisan
Pagkat may hithitan na naman
Para sa kaban ng Bayan.

May oposisyong yama'y satsat
Pribadong sektor ba'y gayundin
At may lamat?

Tila bala ng hasaan
Raketa ng ila'y pudpod na
Sa platapormang hilaw.

Sino nga ba ang kakaatigan?
Sa pula, sa puti nga ba ang asahan?
Nakaririndi ang melodiya ng pulitika
Bagamat may leksyong ipanauubaya
Sino ang patas na Tagapaghusga?
Siya sanang mag-arok sa puso ng kokorona.

Magsusulputan ba ang paninda ni Juan?
Dawit ang aprub at tiwalang busal.
Marahil may iilang kaniig sa sambit,
At ang batas ay sisirit na may pagtitilamsik
Sa huli'y magdududa't iinam na ang pag-iisip.

Panaghoy nila'y saradong pang-uuyam,
Harap-harapang banggaan at mala-pilahaan.
Animo't bihasa na nga ang madla
Pagkat *tinatalunton ang ikot ng roleta.

The truth is turning plastic
And politicians spastic
As they dream up fantastic
Ways to be bombastic.
The anti-intellectuals,
Their rhetoric effectual,
Demand a perpetual
And lucrative processional
To a place they know the score
Where they can amass more
Of money and stores
In disregarding the mores
They were elected for
And continue waging war
Like high-priced political ******.

The truth has no chance
In this genocidal dance
Of unfortunate circumstance
Created to enhance
Resultant happenstance
When, by the seat of his pants
When we happened to glance
Away for a particular moment
And were swamped by the foment
Of eight long years of torment;
Freedoms arteries turned to cement
And any chance of sanity
For American humanity
Got buried in some inanity
About hanging chads and counts
Giving a fool a chance to pounce;
To squeeze the last pure ounce
Of dignity out of the Presidency
By merely taking up residency.