16/09/2025
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Rivers swell with countless borrowed tears,
Monsoon cries hard on rusted roofs for years.
Sons lift their things to keep them safe from rain,
Daughters climb tables, trembling with the strain.
Mothers kneel and pray that walls hold true.
Brave steel was traded into fragile sand,
Cement grew thinner than nails by greedy hands.
Once promisedโa d**e strong as stone and highโ
Collapsed quietly, bones beneath the sky.
A vow carved on hearts, weighted down with grief.
Streams of gold flow through shadows in the night,
Budgets bloom like gardens dressed in moonlight.
Dreams turn to smoke in midnight halls,
Phantom foundationsโghostly bridges and walls.
The flood recalls each peso lost in shame.
Each stolen peso swells into a surge of pain,
Another life drowned beneath the rain.
Each ribbon cut, each speech, each broken vow,
Families struggle, here and now,
Their lives submerged beneath the rain.
The flood mastered the politicianโs song;
It swallows truth, and carries lies along.
The people wade with hope they still keep,
While rivers laugh and cities drown in sleep.
Each delicate life now hangs by a thread.
The flood is more than waterโit betrays.
One day, its tide may turn in fiercer ways:
Not rain, but anger rising as its source,
A typhoonโs wrath unleashed without remorse,
To wash corruption to its final grave.
Yet still, people bend but do not break,
Like bamboo swaying in the winds that shake.
Though dams are built on greed, deceit, and lies,
The flood endures, awake beneath the skies.
At the end of the day, water never sleeps.
How long can one endure the fight,
When no answers come to light?
Words by Kish Humphrey D. Razon
Illustration by Rutchel E. Madridano
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