Hail the Pearl of the Orient!
Where art thou now, dearest?
Those foreign lands have molested
And left thee so direst!
Oh why suffer this terribly?!
Despite thy modest stage
Oh how cruel can fate so be
Up to this modern age
Were thy people partly to blame
For not thinking as one?
Most of the rich would put to shame
Every one who has none
Can thy culture be worth of pride
And at large, democracy?
Culture where evils smoothly hide
Their purpose, anarchy.
Utang na loob (debt of honor), is one thing
Leaving people with debts
Pakikisama (trying to blend with peers) is another
Causing strangers their deaths
There are more, but to be concise
We have good traditions
Once in bad use, to be precise
Leaves us all as minions
Minions who work for corruption
And perversion of rights
Who create such an illusion
That wrongs may soon be rights!!!
-=Tokkaido Omukae Shen=-