Crown the clown, and the circus begins.
I feel the rot from deep within.
We have a right to raise our voice,
but we trade our voice with a bought-off choice.
In every election they come with a vision,
a vision more for them and less for the nation.
But they also bring with them a bag of rice,
and some financial aid that comes with a price.
Said nation also has their sons and daughters,
serve as heirs of their fathers and mothers,
on the very throne of political power,
where power is but a game of smoke and mirrors.
There is a fine line between service and tyranny,
there is a fixed line between power and democracy,
We must dinguish each other for it our responsibility,
As sovereigns of this nation, Filipinos do your duty.