Written by: Isabel Victoria Barrios
                   ABM 1F

"I declare Martial Law",
we all think there is no flaw. 

Paper on folders,
curfews and soldiers.
A whole new regime,
just another way to redeem

Hidden cases
involving unknown faces.
'Til present day we still aren't aware
that people way back never found a pair.

Privileged people laying down their cards
while other people have it hard.
Fucking crazy how only now we are aware,
but what will happen right after we stop and stare?

The media coverage of the regime is wicked as fuck,
but too bad filipinos have the attention span of a fucking duck.
We react and complain about the stories we see on our screens,
but convincing people to care takes more than a plea.
Fucking crazy how filipinos forget easily,
but when it comes to papaya soap they grab and flee.

Screw you Marcos,
scars you've caused that resemble loss.
'Di ka nga tuta,
you fucking puta.
Brainwashing minds
for your very own kind.

Screw you Marcos Apologists,
no lesbian can lend you a mere fist.
I may not have been there,
alive and unaware.
But is understanding human dignity
tantamount to ragged pity?

Long live our goddamn motherland,
a home wherein we all stand.
Screw you if you refuse to open your eyes,
I hope you don't bloat on your digested lies.
You fill your stomach with the artificial,
yet you find it so hard to accept the superficial.

Go fuck yourself Marcos,

you're not my boss.
Thanks for the infrastructures,
but screw you for treating us like caged animals.