Self-Flagellating People

Not just Lent but all year-round

The pinoys do harm themselves or

The nearest neighbor in satire, subtly

Slipping on a banana peel incurs laughter

Without food to eat the poor are easy targets

Opportunists, and the corrupt abound

Rock bottom is near, the nails digging up in vain

After 4oo years under foreign perverts

The culture is irreparably damaged

The continuing revolution keeps on eating her own sons

The one who rules rules like the despots of old colonizers

Natives are fair game

The war is not limited between good and bad

Now the bad ones are annihilating each other

Pity, the poor just have to go

Never was there governance

Ever was there a people

Who kept on struggling

And disappearing in the process

The smell of dawn was strongest when

Martyrs laid flat down bloody

Trouble it's real, who's going to save the country

No one's got the key the courage of an arrow-wielding warrior

The dole-out method of yore's still in practice

Trouble a brewing like ages half-a-millennium ago

The trouble was within but no one bothered

There'll be no peace, for in the hearts of tyrants

The evil one holds supreme