The political scene
The plots and twists
Everyday it seems
Who will gain in return?
It's like the tide
Rising falling away
Paint the shores
Let it be known
Once screaming and demanding
Now on the chairs nothing is said
All are quiet the promises seem forgotten
Like the forced disappearances and Atlantuya
The stateless children
Children born to local fathers
By law these children have rights
But it holds traffic light of red
PH leaders don't forget
The promises must be kept
Don't put blockade
Don't lose the game
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