What’s Wrong With Us?

What’s Wrong With Us?

 

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Man is a rational being, intelligent and at the center of his consciousness is the conscience which guides him in his decisions. God has reasons for His creations, each with a place in the universe. More so with us whom He created in his image We are like Him. We should exude his image which bursts with goodness. But what is wrong with us?

 

Without regard to what will happen next, some of us just let go of our lustful emotion that bring forth, what are called “unwanted” children. Unprepared mothers throw the innocent bundle of joy away – leave it in garbage dumps, in waiting sheds, or flush it down the toilet! What a crime in exchange for a few minutes of happiness! When allowed to grow, the child is neglected. Everyday we see many of them roaming the streets begging or picking morsels of food in garbage bins and dumps.

 

The lucky child who comes forth into this world with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth grows up pampered by his “loving” parents. These parents mistake pamper for love. They forgot that the growing child needs to be developed and this effort concerns all aspects of his personality. If a child grows in a pampered atmosphere, it will be ingrained in his consciousness that he can get anything he wants. His childish demands overwhelm the values that the parents are supposed to have taught him. Add to this the influence of the environment. A child who recognizes the golden arch that heralds fried chicken, spaghetti and burghers as it appears on TV ads is cute. But is the same child made to recognize the taste of more nutritious fresh fruits and vegetables? Later on, the parents become frustrated when the same child would raise hell when served foods other than those advertised. Or the parents wonder how their child could become sick when he does not go hungry at all with all those spaghetti or hamburger or pizza or fried chicken given to him every time he asks for them. Poor “loving” parents! Before they knew it, they are faced with sky-high cost of medicines and hospitalization for the child!

 

Some wives seem lazy to try other options to be able to reduce their home expenses. Yet, they pester their husbands for additional allowance. Some of these same kind of wives never miss regular treks to the beauty parlor for weekly make-over including the clipping of their nails complete with  fresh swabs of expensive polish. One was seen on TV being interviewed about the issue on rising prices. As she wiped her tears, she inadvertently displayed her fingernails polished in blazing green with dots of black, one of the fingers sporting a ring with sparkling gems and from her wrist dangled a gold bracelet. Do we wonder now why some wives are abandoned by their husbands?

 

Despite a small take home pay, some still have “enough” for several bottles of beer every Friday or Saturday and then cry their heart out when the pay time for the rent, electric and water bills, kids’ tuition come. At the end, the government gets the blame for their misfortune after leaving their provinces to live in depressed areas in Manila, supposedly to seek a greener pasture. Is it the government’s fault when their family bloats with many offspring because of lust and for these children grow on empty stomach? Is it the government’s fault when those who grumble, deliberately miss some job opportunities by spending more time with their drinking buddies in street corners?

 

When shopping either for clothes or grocery, why can’t others check first those with drastically cut price, instead of going straight to the regularly priced sections? Why insist on preparing meat-based meals almost every day of the week, when it can be alternated with fish and vegetables? At the end, they wonder why they have developed diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease and many other illnesses. Or cry to heaven about the high prices of commodities. There has been so much brouhaha over the rising prices of rice. But the varieties of the rice in question belong to the high- end level, sweet smelling rice that are intended for the filthy rich, while most of the regular well- milled rice are still pegged within the same range of old prices. Or better yet, why not resort to some kind of resourcefulness by mixing NFA rice with the regular milled rice? Why can’t some of us just live within our means?

 

Home remedies in the form of condiments, herbs and vegetables that may prevent sicknesses are just lying around for our use anytime. Vegetables considered before as just food, are now regarded as preventive cure for diseases. Information about these proliferates in the internet and shared by friends even verbally, but why do others refuse to try them? Why wait until diseases have developed into advanced stages in their body before they think of trying the alternative prevention? Are they just playing dumb to the high cost of western medications that will eat up a big slice of their budget later on? Or they can’t just imagine themselves partaking of  the lowly yet nutritious vegetables and fish, thereby, choose to indulge in the greasy  lusciousness of  hotdogs, adobo, barbecue, ham, etc?  Well, realization and regrets always come late – at the time when an appointment with the dialysis machine, or scalpel and the operating table becomes inevitable!

 

For some office workers, Mondays are days of called-in sick leave, late arrival in the office and worst, outright absence. Why? Because the day before was Sunday – family day or gimmick day! Too tired yet, they want to have more rest on the first day of the work week – Monday. Then, there’s the Friday sickness that again necessitates called-in excuses in the desire to start a long weekend. If they are serious with their jobs why not treat those days just like the rest of the work days? Why vehemently refuse to accept the fact that regular work week starts with the Monday and ends with the Friday or Saturday? Why not see to it that enough time for rest is allotted every Sunday even without sacrificing the gimmick or activities with the family? Why can’t some inject a bit of common sense into their lives?

 

Before the arrival of computers, students were contented with books, magazines, journals, newspapers and other printed materials as references for their research and thesis. Now, there is the internet which flashes information as soon as tags are encoded in search bars. The internet is a great bank of information that in one instance, the researcher can have as much information as he wanted. But why do students prefer to  devote more time in browsing the pages of peers in social networks such as facebook for posted photos,  or play games, than enhance their knowledge on matters taken up in school by surfing the electronic web for information so that when asked for reports they will not scramble at the last minute for these to be “copied and pasted” to comprise their submission? Why do professors allow this to happen? Can’t they tell the difference between an honest-to-goodness write up and a copied one? Or are they guilty, too, of this crime called plagiarism? A question of a viewer about my blog on plagiarism is this: “what if the teacher plagiarizes the work of his student?”. The viewer must be a student whose work was plagiarized by his teacher but could not do anything about it. I deliberately did not answer the question to check the reaction and comments of other viewers on his question. When I checked again days later, the guy who asked the question, deleted his post, afraid perhaps that it will reach the attention of his teacher. For now, all I could do is draw a long heavy sigh from my heavy chest.

 

Why do some of our countrymen scramble for elected posts in the government? Why do they spend millions way beyond what is allowed during the campaign period and deny this violation when found out by the COMELEC? Why do they hold on to their post despite the COMELEC’s finding a reason for them to come down? Is it because of the people’s money waiting for their taking without questions due to the loopholes in the control system of the agencies which are supposed to protect it? And, their opportunistic perception saw the possibility that people who are supposed to protect it are, themselves involved, too? Why do elected and appointed government officials blatantly deny their corrupt practices, a denial that insults the intelligence of the Filipinos? Is it because they have a feeling  that nothing will come out of the investigations being made or yet to be made? Is it because if a serious investigation shall be made resulting to the booting out of the guilty, only a handful honest officials will be left? That this crisis situation shall never be allowed to happen? How in the world can all those vanloads of testimonies be checked to prove the crime that is now hugging the limelight? Are all these investigations just for show? I am wondering if not only the eyes of the Lady Justice are covered, but her ears, too,  because even the obvious lies of lawyers who earn millions from corrupt clients, sound true to some unsuspecting Filipinos.

 

What is wrong with the Congress? the Senate? the President? Why did it take several long years for  Freedom of Information (FOI) Bill to be discussed by the Senate with seriousness? Is it because with such to become law later if it luckily gets the fancy of the President, the media will be able to access more revealing records about mishandled funds? Who are being protected by whom? What happened to the Ninoy/Cory magic? Went pufffff? Where did their ideals go?… ideals that were made as the foundation of the Filipinos in scrapping Martial Law? What went wrong in the administrations that followed Cory’s? Why can’t some of the elected officials be contented with moderate SOPs (commission) which virtually is an accepted norm in any government anyway? Before,  the commissions were rebated, hence, “kicked” back to the concerned parties, after projects were implemented, covered with turnover documents or accomplishment reports. Today, they are given in cold cash even before a project is implemented – given by the project fund “shoppers”. But worse, some projects are only on papers – ghosts, though, with authentic and appropriate approvals.

 

The Philippines is not the only country beset with corruption, a grave political disease.  That is our consolation –  our country is not alone. The big difference, however, is in the way investigations are conducted. In other countries, honest- to -goodness investigations are conducted by the government followed by the swift imposition of the penalty to the guilty party… there is urgency. In the Philippines, before anything is done, a press conference is held, announcing to the world the discovery of the anomaly, the probability of violation, yes, probability!…and what the investigators will do to arrest the culprits. As expected by even a simple – minded Filipino, before these limelight- hungry and “wise” investigating guys could again blink their eyes, the suspects are out of the country!

 

If ever investigators are quick enough to do their act, not a single day is missed for the photo opportunities and press conferences where plans are proudly fed to the media, an idiotic act of exposure contrary to a sound investigative strategy. When something goes awry along the way, they foolishly ask themselves what happened.  It is a sickening display of amateurish acts of some agencies in our government.

 

Lately, the Chairman of the poor Filipinos’ cooperative umbrella, the SSS, under the supposedly protective management of the government, announced the need to increase monthly premium or contribution of the members. The “revenue”, being much needed to raise the ceiling of loanable amounts by members. Unfortunately for the agency, information on the millions that it appropriated to its executives and employees as their bonus leaked to the media, putting it in an embarrassing situation. The executive who faced the media justified their questionable decision with statements such as, the bonuses being needed by the employees to be competitive with other private agencies and as a reward for doing their job well – performance bonus. How can he invoke “competition”  and “performance” when what the SSS is getting as clients are considered belonging to the “captive market”, meaning, whether they like it or not, prospective members are required to become such before they can even apply for any job? The SSS does not belong to an industry where components such as  airlines or shipping lines or communications service providers, etc. cut each other’s throat in a fit of sales competition!  Worst, many, many, many members until now have not received their IDs after applying for it one or two years ago, yet! When a member applies for pension or other appropriate benefits, he gets the feeling that what he is asking for is not due him as a member. The snooty attitude of its employees, makes the  SSS give an impression that it does not operate on the members’ money. Arrogance has just taken over the agency! Seldom can a member see a smiling employee to make him feel at ease. It has acted like a dog that bites the hand that feeds it. Where is the diligent performance that SSS is professing? Those guys running the people’s SSS are presuming that the members are dumb!

 

At the rate things are happening for us Filipinos, we might find ourselves one day, totally under the economic bondage of another country. Intrusions in this regard are very evident around us – from the bustling business enterprises and malls  that have mushroomed and owned by foreign proprietors, to our marine boundaries that we cannot even protect. Our country is reach in natural resources and that fact is acknowledged by the world, a reason, enough, for others to throw us a covetous glance. Those concerned must change their ways before it becomes too late for us to show the world that we are a cohesive nation of respectable race. We cannot just let others perceive us as a people with disheveled values, otherwise, we shall be forever asking, what is wrong with us??!!

 

 

 

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Gratitude and Success

Gratitude and Success

 

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Outside our family circle, there are people who have touched and influenced us towards our quest to fulfill our purpose in life. In my case, some of them are still around, some even tagged within the web of the facebook network, some are now with the Lord. But I have no idea where the rest are. If the facebook has been able to connect the lives of people who for years are not in touch with each other through the photos that viewers innocently, though, happily post, I am praying and hoping that a simple post in prose like mine will also have a good result. Perhaps, viewers can help by mentioning this to those whom I am grateful, and whose names are highlighted.

 

Since my elementary days, I have been fond of writing poems. It was only when I was in first year high school that my English teacher, Mr. Elmer Festin, noticed my interest in writing. He made me edit our high school organ, The Green Ember, despite my being a neophyte. Life was not easy for me in my effort to finish my studies. I had to practically do odd jobs even in college to earn my allowance. It was when I was at this stage that the Department of Social Welfare opened a branch in our town to handle the ever increasing number of evacuees from neighboring towns due to the Muslim-Christian conflict. Mr. Claudio Estante who was sent by the DSW Regional office in Davao to do the task, hired me to help him after asking around for references. He allowed me to work only on Saturdays and Sundays because of my full time studies.

 

One day, a certain Mr. Virgilio Manocdoc who was an acquaintance of my friend came for a short visit. He casually mentioned that he was working as ticketing clerk of PAL in General Santos. I kidded him for an information in case of a vacancy. I forgot all about it until months later I received a telegram from him telling me to proceed immediately to General Santos and bring pertinent documents, for interview as PAL was hiring. Fortunately I passed the interview in General Santos, as well as the final one conducted in Davao City.

 

After passing the rigid training in Manila, all trainees were called to the Administrative Offices Building (AOB) for a briefing. Posted on the bulletin board was the list of  stations with vacancies to be filled up: Davao, Zamboanga, Cagayan de Oro, Manila, Tablas. I loudly thought about Tablas, if it was OK to be assigned there. Mrs. Mila Limgenco who holds an important position next to the Director of Luzon Sales Area approached me and smilingly convinced me to take it. She told me about the abundance of vegetables and fish there as though she knew about my vegetarian diet. I took it and later, the decision proved to be just right. While in Tablas my patience was tested in preparing tickets, handling irate passengers who were bumped due to limitation in view of unfavorable wind during take off, signaling to pilots as the plane was taxiing in and out of the tarmac, weighing cargoes for appropriate assessment of rates. I could have not done all those had I been assigned in a big station where I would be limited to a single function. It was also there where I unknowingly was able to project a good image of PAL which resulted to my being invited by Looc National High School as a convocation speaker after a few months of my arrival. I spoke before the students in their dialect.

While in Tablas, Mr. Bien Alvaro, the supervisor, Celso Dapo, Load Controller, Oswald Alamo and Sonny Garcia III, senior ticket and freight clerks, unselfishly guided me. A certain Mrs. Nena Gacura who at first feared me because of the Muslim tobaw that I was wearing on the day I arrived became my foster mother later on, her family, my foster family. The same gesture was given to the rest of the PAL staff. One of her daughters, Bel, married another PALer, Boy Loquias who gave me moral support when we were boarding together in Baclaran.

 

Not long after, I was fortunate to fill up a vacated position in Tours and Promotions Division headed by Mr. Vic Bernardino as Manager. He trusted me with the editorship of TOPIC Magazine which promoted touristic destinations and activities to entice local and foreign tourists to travel around the country. The break gave me the chance to finally express my longtime passion in writing. The job was part of my responsibilities as Tours and Promotions Representative. Just like the rest of my colleagues in the office, I was also required to be part of project study groups, join researches and spoke in tourism-related seminars organized by agencies, including the Department of Tourism. It was a great exposure for me who, despite a tough competition from equally deserving applicants, was given the favor by Mr. Bernardino. My colleagues in the office also gave me full support: Ed Buensuceso, Jun Luz, Thelma Villasenor, Mayee Santos Cuenco, John Fortes, Ed Ramos and Reggie Constantino. We were a family in the office.

 

Life in Manila was not easy due to the high cost of living. Mr. Ed Guatelara, supervisor of Standards and Coordination Division, after learning from others about my difficulties offered another room in his apartment which could still accommodate one more bed space. The rate for the space included meals which came out way below what I had been spending for my board in Baclaran.

 

From being a Tours and Promotion Representative, I moved on as Sales Account Officer and eventually rose to the position of Administrative Manager for the Philippines and Guam Region, the opportunity given by RVP, Mr. Archie Lacson. The trust he gave me bolstered my effort to prove my worth.

 

The Regional Vice President for Philippines and Guam, when I joined PAL was Mr. Ricardo Paloma. When he finally retired, his position was Senior Vice President for Finance. While packing up his things, he invited me to his office for a cup of coffee. At this juncture, he brought out a stack of clippings from newspapers and magazines and jokingly asked if I was familiar with them. I was surprised because they were clippings of my articles and poems that saw print in dailies and magazines! I learned that he instructed his secretary to religiously check subscriptions for my published contributions. He had them Xeroxed, giving me the duplicates. Though no longer with PAL, at least once a week, he would call me to join him for lunch in his favorite French restaurant in Greenbelt (Makati). It was during one of these meetings that he gave me the study he made on how tourism could still be further developed as an industry. It was nicely bound into a book form. He said it was one of his treasures and told me to use it. When I spoke at the Lyceum of the Philippines University (Intramuros) on September 14 about tourism in the Philippines, I used the book of Mr. Paloma as one of my references. My great respect to him developed upon knowing from senior PALers how he started his career in PAL – as a porter. This could be the reason why he would always tell me that I was lucky to have joined PAL as ticket and freight clerk, while he worked his way up the rung of PAL hierarchy as a porter. The last advice he gave me was to “go on writing whatever happens”,.

 

It is only through diligence and contentment that we can be happy in what we are doing. There is no ultimate success, yet, while we do our best to survive as we embark on the journey of our life. Where there is happiness in what we do, there is success. We should never think about what we could have done as that thought tends to compare our achievement with that of others. It results to envy if we fall short in comparison. We should always be thankful of any opportunity that comes our way and thank those who have been part of that opportunity. We should look at the past to appreciate the present and work for a better future if need be. We should never think of failure. Every falter along way should be regarded as challenge for us to move on. Again, every happiness that we feel along the way should be regarded as success. As an important note, many high ranking corporate executives switch to lesser jobs upon retirement “for a change”, resulting to their satisfaction and happiness – success. The quest for success does not follow an upward trend.

 

As for the ultimate success, only God can determine if we have achieved it at the end of the road that we are taking…the end of our journey in life.

 

 

 

Ripples in the Stream

Ripples in the Stream

 By Apolinario B Villalobos

 

(A special reblog for Anna/oneanna65)

 

I have always been fascinated

by the stream –

mesmerized by the murmur

that the flowing water makes

as a pebble is thrown into it,

and as the current hits a rock,

as if protesting the presence

that hinders

its smooth journey

along the crevice of the earth.

 

The gentle touch of a dragonfly,

the sudden appearance of a fish’s snout,

the splash of swimming children,

the soft touch of a falling leaf,

the sudden gust of wind,

the trickles of incessant rain –

cause the ripples that rupture

the earth’s gently flowing stream.

 

Now that I am old,

I realized

that God has reasons

for  everything,

so He gave us intelligence

to understand them all

without any misgiving.

 

Indeed, just like a stream

that gets dented with ripples,

challenges and trials

make us cry in anguish;

and like a stream

that just keeps on flowing

there is nothing we can do

but go on living…

 

If the stream can keep on flowing,

so should we  –

let our lives flow

along the crevice of destiny.

 

Just like a stream

that joins the rest down its path

giving life along its way

towards the sea,

so must we …

help others with sincerity

as we meld with them

towards our destiny.

 (At 65, Anna lives in pain due to swollen joints and other parts of her body. Fearful to receive radiation and drug prescriptions if she goes to a doctor, she tries her best to make do with natural remedies. Sometimes she does not know if she will ever wake up to another day. But her courage and strong faith in God gives her the strength to draw sustaining breath of life despite the accompanying pain.)

A Paghusga ay sa Diyos Lamang

Ang Paghusga ay Sa Diyos Lamang

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Sa sinapupunan pa lang, ang tao’y may bahid na ng kasalanan

Kaya walang karapatan siyang  maghusga sa may kapansanan

Hindi siya dapat magpadala sa panlabas na anyong maganda

Dahil ang tunay na pagkatao ay sa busilak na puso nakikita.

 

Ang mga nakikitang kapansanan ng iba’y karaniwang nililibak

Pilay, bulag, komang, mali-mali – sila’y walang awang hinahamak

Dagdag pa diyan ang pagka-alanganin, katumbuya’t kabaklaan

Na mula noon, hanggang ngayon saan ma’y talagang pinupulaan.

 

Kasalanan ba ng isang tao kung may mapupuna sa kanyang kakaiba?

Ang isilang siya sa mundo, sa mahal na nagluwal, hiningi ba niya?

Kaya ang husgahan siya dahil sa kakaibang hitsura at alanganing kilos –

Ay hindi makatarungan, hindi makatao at labag sa batas ng Diyos!

 

Di dahil ang isang tao’y  tomboy o bakla, hindi  na pagkakatiwalaan

Di dahil ang isang tao’y tomboy o bakla, wala na siyang kakayahan

Huwag sanang iba’y padalus-dalos, sa kapwa tao ay agarang humusga –

Kung isang daliri, sa iba’y itinuro niya, apat naman ang nakaturo sa kanya!

 

Sa isyu ng kasarian, ang bagong Santo Papa, malinaw na nagpahiwatig

Sino ba daw siya upang humusga ng mga alanganin dahil sila’y tao rin

Sila ay nilalang din tulad ng iba pang may buhay  sa ibabaw ng mundo

May karapatang mabuhay nang maaliwalas, minamahal at nirerespeto!

Eid al Adha

Eid al Adha and Islam

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

By submission one seeks the way to God with strong will

As shown by Abraham consenting to sacrifice his son Ismael

Essence of faith at later days spread by inspired Mohammed

To ensure that life in glory, all of us by God’s grace we’ll lead.

 

A day of repentance… a day of sacrifice

For a year of one’s life may just be a thin slice

Crucial day one must not let pass just like that

If this happens, woe to him who will miss a lot!

 

Let this day then mark the start of a journey

On a path towards Him, a blinding light of Mercy

Just like Mohammed guided by angel Gabriel

Let’s surrender if we don’t want the fire of hell!

Song of Hope for Zamboanga

Song of Hope for Zamboanga

 

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Zamboanga Hermosa! Beautiful Zamboanga!

Splendid and sweet, thanks to the blooms of Pasonanca

But look what they have done to the once blissful land

For days, gripped with fear, trampled by a heartless band.

Torrents of gunfire ripped the placid and lucid air

Smoke darkened pockets of modest now burning lairs

Homes to sundry assiduous  malong-clad populace

Which fate,  on them, painted a grief-stricken face.

 

Cramped in gyms, huddled in tents on flooded ground

Comfort from countrymen  these thousands quickly found

Food and clothes, water and sympathy poured in day by day –

Show of love, lightening up their lives that turned to grey.

Laden with letters from pupils, a teacher from Albay appeared

Though from distant province, not a sigh of weariness was heard

With a big smile, to the children, with measured gait she went

To give hugs, letters of love, and read stories – this heaven sent!

 

Filipinos, these Zamboangueños are, hence, strong in will and spirit

Pliant as the bamboo that they can bend to sway to avoid being hit –

Hit by misfortunes such as what has just befallen their sorry lot

But surely, they will again proudly stand, gently sway, just like that!

Home to Badjaos, Samals, Tausugs, Muslims and Christians

Zamboanaga’s splendor sparklingly shimmers under the searing sun

As they have survived the wars since Spaniards came years before

The crisis will just be a thing of the past as they live on…for sure!

 

 

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Zamboanga Hermosa! Beautiful Zamboanga!

Splendid and sweet, thanks to the blooms of Pasonanca

But look what they have done to the once blissful land

For days, gripped with fear, trampled by a heartless band.

Torrents of gunfire ripped the placid and lucid air

Smoke darkened pockets of modest now burning lairs

Homes to sundry assiduous  malong-clad populace

Which fate,  on them, painted a grief-stricken face.

 

Cramped in gyms, huddled in tents on flooded ground

Comfort from countrymen  these thousands quickly found

Food and clothes, water and sympathy poured in day by day –

Show of love, lightening up their lives that turned to grey.

Laden with letters from pupils, a teacher from Albay appeared

Though from distant province, not a sigh of weariness was heard

With a big smile, to the children, with measured gait she went

To give hugs, letters of love, and read stories – this heaven sent!

 

Filipinos, these Zamboangueños are, hence, strong in will and spirit

Pliant as the bamboo that they can bend to sway to avoid being hit –

Hit by misfortunes such as what has just befallen their sorry lot

But surely, they will again proudly stand, gently sway, just like that!

Home to Badjaos, Samals, Tausugs, Yakans, Muslims and Christians

Zamboanaga’s splendor sparklingly shimmers under the searing sun

As they have survived the wars since Spaniards came years before

The crisis will just be a thing of the past as they live on…for sure!

Ang Trahedya ng DAP

Ang Trahedya ng DAP

 

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

 

Nagsimula sa kung tawagin ay “masaganang” PDAF

Na nagdala kay Napoles sa kulungan pero nagla-laugh

Sino ba naman ang hindi, eh ang iba’y mugto ang mata –

Sa pagpuyat, hanap ng mga ebidensiya laban sa kanya!

Akala ng iba, dahil nagrorosaryo na’t nag-iisa si Napoles –

Doon sa Sta. Rosa kung saan nakulong din ibang herodes

May isa pang trahedya na nagpakalog sa ating mga isla

Nang isang araw nag-privilege speech si Jinggoy Estrada.

 

Banat dito, banat doon ang kanyang ginawa, safe naman kasi

Kaya’t mga kalaban walang magawa kundi manggagalaiti

Maraming nagtaas ng kilay sa binulatlat niyang mga sikreto

Ng mga akala mo mga santong tao sa kongreso at senado.

May mga binunyag na kinulimbat sa bayan ay nakakakilabot

Mga halagang pangarapin man ni Juan ilang beses di maabot

Pati siya ay umamin din na may malaking perang natanggap nga –

Pag-aming kasama siya sa tropang ibinoto nguni’t namantala.

 

Sa kanyang pagtatalumpati na tumagal at puno ng suspense

Mukha ng mga senador sa TV nakita, mukhang walang defense

Iisang mukha ang nakita sa mabunying mga taong ito sa senado –

Kung paano sila makahabi ng makatotohan at makulay na kwento.

Ilang oras lang pagkatapos ng talumpati ni Jinggoy na nakangiti

Hinagilap ng mga reporters ang mga taong nabanggit sa talumpati

Pilit hiningan ng paliwanag kung ang narinig ay may katotohan –

Katotohanang dapat malaman ng nagmamaktol na taong bayan.

 

Si Abad simpleng umamin, meron ngang perang naipamahagi

Subali’t hindi suhol sa mga senador at kongresman sa pagkampi

Ang tinutukoy niya ay ang kaso ni Coronang mabilis nahusgahan

Na sa gobyerno ay di na makakapagtrabaho  magpakaylan man.

Ito daw ay “Disbursement Acceleration Program” o di kaya ay DAP

Mabuti’t mabuti, yon lang ang nabuo, hindi ang salitang HOLDAP!

Ano ito? tanong ng iba, eh di pundong magpapabilis ng mga proyekto –

Yon sabi ni Abad, na nakakalito yata tingnan man sa lahat ng anggulo.

 

Kung ang gusto lang ay mapabilis ang mga proyekto ayon sa Pangulo

Dapat tukuyin ay mga aktibo, naantala’t nakatiwangwang na proyekto

Dapat itong DAP ay ginamit na isang kautusan, isang memo ng pangulo

Dahil maliwanag, gusto nito, “bilisan ang mga proyekto”, hindi labas-pondo!

Sa ating mga Pilipino, trahedyang maituturing itong masalimuot na DAP

Hindi maiintidihan ni Juan na bumagyo man o bumaha, pilit nagsisikap

Makabili man lang ng NFA rice na nangangamoy ng pampatagal na gamot

Upang sa noo ay mawala ang iginuhit ng gutom at pagod – na pangungunot!