You’re beautiful. I can’t deny that. You claim that with you, it’s more fun. And I would have to agree. Your natural wealth is envied. You are full of potential.
But… as the song goes, say something, I’m giving up on you.
Say something about poverty you’re trying to deny. Hiding it behind your economic progress façade. The poor getting poorer, the rich getting richer. The unfortunate being pitied. That’s not what they need.
Say something about corruption creeping through your veins. Where’s your conscience? You’re not at all bothered by destitution sneering right at your face?
Say something about dumbing the people with stupid TV shows and movies, and politicians who don’t have the faintest idea of what they’re supposed to do.
So many have left you already and I don’t blame them. Now I’m thinking of leaving you, too. I know you’re trying to get your act together but how long should I wait for change? Are you ever going to change? I’m losing hope.
A Disgruntled Filipino