The Real Garbage Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Ang Tunay na Basura

Ang tunay na basura sa aking bansa
Ay yaong maling turo at lihis na pananaw
Na ang Kahirapan Diyos ang may parusa
Sa Kanya rin magmumula grasyang umaapaw.

Bulag na pagsunod sa kinagawian
Panata at rosaryo, paglakad ng luhod
Prosesyong walang landas ay hinahawakan
Huwad na pag-asa sa ritwal inaanod.

Reklamo at pag-angal kasabay ng dasal
Subalit bawa't halalan, binebenta ang dangal
Pagkukunwaring tunay likas sa mga hangal
At sa mayroong yaman, inggit ang umiiral.

Kahirapang dulot sa ugat ng relihiyon
Bigyan man ng mga lupa at salaping milyon-milyon
Hindi pa rin lunas pagkat Karakter wala doon
Kung kaya't saglit lang itong bigay, nilalamon!

Hungkag sa totoong sariling Katibayan
And tunay na basura umaamoy sa aking bayan,
Maingay at mabaho, nabubulok na Katauhan
Kailan kaya babangon at kailan malulunasan?

Copyright ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~~07.12.13

Translation:

The Real Garbage

The real garbage in my country
Is the wrong teaching and distorted view
Poverty is God's way to punish the guilty
And also from Him comes the blessing due.

Blinded obedience to a warped tradition
Vows made, rosaries prayed, walking on knees,
Endless processions of vague destinations
A falsehood of Hope, frail crutches are these.

Complaining and blame said with the prayers
But with every election, their honor- they sell.
Hypocrisy evident in so many fools here
And for those who have riches, their Envy swells.

A Poverty rooted from deceptive religion,
May be remedied partly by giving land or millions,
Still will not solve it - Character lost dominion
As dole outs, in a moment, goes to oblivion!

Strength as a people emptied and hollow
Is the real garbage that stinks in my country-
Loud and smelly, Moral Erosion flows
When will it rise up and when is the remedy?

Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~07.12.13