Pretense
Trickery and fraud they come as billows
Hidden and behind the umbra of shadows
Strew bright candles in the dark world
And unearth this double edged sword
Be relentless and never waver
Better yet, put bugs on the receiver
Then you'll hear to your grimace
what lies beneath the pretty face
With sick limbs from his protruding belly
The house bound Erap would die of envy
From the perfect cloak of her pretense
Granting her an image so pure and cleanse
The putrid Marcos would rise from the coffin
And dance merrily to the incessant rhythm
Of the impending marching of machine and guns
With quivering lyrics of crying nuns
But only few are the unmasked faces
No doubt, most of us have our disguises
To justify being or existence
How about you, what is your pretense?
with other men he plays manly sports
Drinking beer, a "playboy" of all sorts
But pink is his color and with dolls he play
Alone he is free, so happy and "gay"
Father to all, the holiest of men
savior of souls, God's words within ken
All ears can hear kindness as they sing
'No tongue can tell of this perversity king!
Sharp and intelligent, He played the game
An erudite student, He worked a name
Checkered with medals and sterling brilliance
Stripped, a wicked heart, a rusting conscience
With the finest whiskey, everything luxurious
Makes everyone envy, whimsy of his shoes
Looks up to the sun as he paints the town red
Bows to the moon as his body hangs dead
laughs when she cries, chuckles when she falls
He to her is nothing, a "man without balls"
Charcoal on her eyes, pepper on her ears
She to him is everything, " reason for all tears"
yells "make peace not war, love not hate"
advocates love of country in every debate
cajoles to link arms, how to fight stronger
The stage is set for this monster warmonger!
We all have follies, we all have fault
Little did we think, who would have thought!
That allowing this silly runt to easily renege
Would leave pens in rue, and a nation in rage!
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