POLITICS IN THE MIDST OF THE BLACK MEADOW

In the sweetness of a green meadow
Where cold fog and fresh air blow
A place of roads for dreams to go
In a red and warm blood that flows

In that sacred mind of those creatures
A single word ruled the whole nature
Making it dark and blurred
Making it sealed and conquered

Politics… in its wilderness self
Politics… from dark beginning till what end?
If the candidates only knows the wealth
When will it reach the brighter end?

In this time, all are high-tech
At this moment, automation was set
Can election still make a leader in name
Or a game of dark and pure fame?

The candidates… from the magical Cory
Here comes Noynoy in all of his glory
From the sensational jingle in the TV
Is a heroic personality of the great Manny.

Politics, no matter how the preparation is?
Still dark hands can change it in just a click
Money, life, gun, or even a fist
Change is impossible in an evil’s kiss

Is it a fair election for everyone?
If those who are on top still shine
If those who are popular are all “the one”
If those who are powerful controls everyone

For how many sunrise and sunsets
Till now, in the year where good and evil met
This time, year of 2010, what else can we get?
When all issues for the future are already set?