It is the belt you wear on your waist
Every time storms begin to play their games
It is the belt of strength as waves rise up
To pound your gates and fences and wash out
All the standing small huts along shores,
It is the belt of fury and madness
As you drag out and drown the small boats
and ships from the pillars of their anchor.
It is the belt of death, fiercely lashing
Victims by your whips and leaving
Them buried in mud, landslides and flood.
And you continue
to wear this belt
day in and day out!
My beloved, Philippines,
When can this belt
Be untied from your waist?
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