As the morning sky smiled on my way Though the first step down the stairs had its bounce The next one drops and felt like a rouse The day just started but the dream was about to end As the TV announced a nightmare about to commend
And you know how that ends
It would not have bore much pain
If not for the chaos starting with it’s reign The country was in all airs for the world to see For even my clients to fear and reach out to me “I’m sorry” but were they really sorry for it all? To blame me for the dullness of our people?
“I don’t want to be related to you” Is it because of my race?
That had already been tarnished as blockheads to your face? Despite the fact that I did not wish for our nation to be downgraded But to the outsiders I have already been far down, worthy to be degraded Because the abyss doesn’t stop with losing support and income As I was threatened, humiliated, bullied until I was rock bottom
Blamed. They blamed me.
The globe has frowned to the gullibility of the Filipino
Regaining international trust was like walking to a volcano For fears we pray that the nightmare’s finale would come Where it was all a dream and we would be welcomed Yet the disappointment in the outsiders’ words continue to ring Bringing injustice, agony, and torment to our posting
Despite the scene being less hectic, I continue to fear
As not once not twice I have been mistreated, this I have to bear Because it still is unsafe, for me, a child born in the pearl of the orient To speak highly of myself on the global scene without being forced to repent Repent for what? What should I be repenting for? When I am but a worker trying to get by within this horror?
Our voices are merely echoes of the minority
But for once, we hope to be part of the solidarity. Pray tell, the voices of revolt would increase So that either the world or the authority wouldn’t miss The freelancers who work to the bone behind a screen For a mass audience that is delusioned by what has already been