Me and Manila
I am the real city that never sleeps.
My businesses and affairs are open twenty-four/seven
and the people that go in and out of my revolving doors
never decreases in any given hour of the day. During the night,
most specially, the hustle and bustle of my thoughts on
Establishments and curiosity over the jaywalkers on the Streets
are wide and awake: where is the respect and discipline among
the learned, even with all my prized overpopulation?
Under the calm, starry but traitorous night sky
Bright Lights blind through my
nerves of steel, skyscraping declarations and highway
daredevilry, yet never will I blink and get carried away by
the Misleading Wink: I am the capital of this nation, the hope
that everybody puts a premium on, and even with my prominent
slums glazed with towering malls and busy districts drained
of brains for a better pay abroad still I am home, and with all
my orient pearls I’ll come out on top of this Third World.