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Mi Ultimo Ubo

Adios, patria adorada, polluted na ang karsada
Perla del mar de trapiko, nuestro perdido tambutso
A darte voy a brownout, para ka na ring na-knock out
A fuera mas mainit, taong bayan nagngingitngit
Tambien por ti la diera, para tayong nasa giyera.

En campos de basura, singhutando con delirio
Otros te dan sus microbio, sin duda, con ubo
Emergency power nada importa, Ramos de Venecia o Angara
Napocor o Meralco cerrado, generator o cruel martirio
Lo mismos es so expensive, por la pitaka de Pandoy.

Yo muero cuando veo, patay na raw and kabayo
Y al fin anuncia el dia, matrapik daw sa Buendia
Si grana necesitas, para close down las fabricas
Vierte la sangre mia, kawawa ang maralita
Y dorela un reflejo, de apat na kandila.


Mis suenos cuando apenas, mga trapo nakakabanas
Mis suenos cuando joven, pen pen de sarapen
Fueron el verte un dia, naka=air con ang mga buwaya
Secos los negros ojos, sa epifanio de los Santos
Sin ceno sin arrugas, pulitikong mandurugas.

Ensueno de mi vida, hithit-buga, hithit-buga
Salud! te grita el alma, alingasaw ng industria
Salud! ah, que es hermosa, di na sila tumatawa
Morir por darte vida, puro grasa na ang mga mata
En tu pollutada tierra, sumalangit nawa sila.

Si sobre mi sepulcro, polusyon nakakabobo
Entre la espesa yerba, masamang hangin nakakabrenda
Acercala a tus labios, huwag mo akong mayapus-yapos
Y sienta yo en mi frente, tulala na si tinyente
De tu ternura el soplo, lahat tayo inuubo.

Deja a la luna verme, wala na namang kuryente
Deja que et alba envie, su resplandor ungas
Deja gamir al viento, manood ka na lang ng sine
Y si desciende y pose, nang hindi ka maturete
Deja que el ave entone, la paz, la paz de funebre.

Deja que el sol ardiendo, ang hanging nakakahilo
Y al cielo tornen puras, diesel po ba o leaded gas
Deja qe un ser amigo, da polluter es muy tonto
Y en las serenas tardes, Pilipinas walang kapares
Ora tambien, oh Patria, hindi ka na humihinga.

Ora por todos cuantos, ang Napocor sobrang bastos
Por cuantos padacieron, ang bulaklak naging chicharon
Por nuestras pobres madres, dugo na ang ating pawis
Por huerfanos y viudas, na hindi na makatakas
Y ora por ti que veaaas, sa puno daw ng bayabas.

Y cuando en noche oscura, sabi ng Hapon, Kura! Kura!
Y solos solo muertos, second-hand engine nang makamenos
No turbes su reposo, hinihika ang esposo
Tal vez acordes oigas, ayaw nyo ba ng bio-gas?
Soy yo, querida Patria, papanaw na, papanaw na.

Y cuando ya mi tumba, sa polusyon ako'y matutumba
No tenga cruz, pasang cruz, kawawang mga musmos
Deja que la are el hombre, mga macho naghahare
Y mis cenizas antes, poisoned air, masama sa buntes
El polbo de tu alfombra, alikabok pala.

Entonces nada importa, gusto nyo ba ng torta?
Tu atmosfera, walang pera, walang ilaw, walang agua
Vibrante y limpia nota, dedbol na ang limpia bota
Aroma, luz, colores, hinihika si Dolores
Constante repitiendo, la esencia de mi ubo.

Mi patria pollutada, laging mali ang kamada
Querida Filipinas, gusto ko ng pong lumayas
Ahi, te dejo todo, bakit ayaw nyong matuto
Voy donde no hay esclavos, di na kayo puedeng matubos
Donde la fe no mata, matapobre minamata.

Adios erpats, mga utol, troso ng mga logger
At ikaw na law enforcer, arestuhin mga smoke-belcher
Dad gracias que descanso, People Power, People Power!
Adios, EDSA, Bayang Sawi, how dirty the Pasig River
Adios, Baha, Adios Lahar...morir es respirar.
(Ubo! Ubo!)


- GL, SJ

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