Another day in the Philippines
By Joe America
The keyboard warrior pecked at his keyboard. Perhaps you got the message.
The cop picked up his gun. You hoped he was not coming for you.
The Christian put away his Bible. He preferred Duterte to Jesus.
The communist betrayed the poor. He was on a fast track to power.
The poor man scored a packet of shabu, something to live for today.
The congressman pocketed five million, not once thinking about his oath.
The journalist wrote of gossip. No one wanted facts.
The netizen laughed in his warm cocoon, high on sly emoticons.
The child lay in her coffin, a small, empty shell where a soul had once laughed and loved.
The mothers wept.
The soldiers obeyed.
The President’s old men schemed and preened, proud they were the favored.
There were liars to left and killers to right, creeps looking a lot like people.
The young said “It’s not up to me.”
The old said “It’s sad.”
Dr. Rizal muttered from the dirt, “indolence of mind, of deed, of honor.”
Another day in the Philippines.
One more day detached from sense and shame.
One more typical day.
Another day just like yesterday.
We can evidently do this for centuries.