Mister Panopio Poem by Gianni Pansensoy

Hey mister Panopio,
you look admirable,
dignified inside your newly
acquired black meredes benz,
I still remember you riding a pedicab,
sometimes without a peso for a jeepney fare,
before your congressman's days then,
but there's a popular music sang on the streets,
Chinese rice smugglers bribed you with that car,
and you feel so cool,
numb of a painful consequence,
local products can't compete with those imported rice,
native farmers are now struggling to survive,
day by day,
they are dying.

Hey mister Panopio,
your eloquence seems impressive,
every word you speak is indeed persuasive,
but there is a concert performed around the corner,
it's filled with angst and truth,
they say that you've been stealing people's taxes,
your beautiful mansions everywhere are built from the
government's money,
in front of them are slum areas,
your people inside them are very hungry,
they live in the hell of poverty,
yet you pretend to be blind,
never had and will never have any compassion
for their plight,
but you feel so proud and glorified,
the best thief of the year.

Give me your best shot mister Panopio,
I heard yopu speaking for the poor men's interest,
but in contrary,
you bury them in extreme hunger,
and you can still sleep very well,
while they quiver in dilapidated homes,
for me,
you are the bitterest pill to swallow,
the nastiest beast,
and the real Mc Coy.