Jan 26, 2017
Down and Out in Cavite and Manila
O life! Oh Lord it has given me, Oh my sweet! My trees do not grow, In this small afternoon. The hot breeze does blow. In charity, it cheers in sweet agony. In Manila, the jeepneys stop for thee. The horns, oh Lord, reach my ears to my toe, Is it the bad driver? No, it is my woe Does the sweet sound of bitter, oh Lord, I see? I come out of the engine’s den, seeing the pristine palaces above my ego. The smell of sweaty suits succinct voices high and grand, More to my taste, do I miss my chicken’s hen. With brown soil and blue sky, beats the province land. The city of men, the kingdom below.