Like hot pinipig afloat a river of chocolate,
They are towed down the Agusan furtively!
Their stirrings – quieted by the same grease
That makes pen-pushing so easy –
Soak the common folks’ poking noses.
We dream to reclaim the mountains
With the foliage that veils them
Yet, swifter than the current’s downstream run,
The director leads the circus
with a profiteering band:
Millions guide the logs’ clandestine glide
While eagles eye only monkeys and mice
And checkpoints collect loose coins.
As pontiffs echo the Fatherland’s pains,
Mother Nature is spilt as honey
on poor men’s beans.
Lumberjacks lie gainful
Cutting truth off Agusan’s soul.
- coypponte
March 26, 2008
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