KUMUSTA?

we go to Mass in the Mega Mall

good little children of the Fall

up against the global wall

we eat rice for our daily bread

can't afford wine drink gin instead

life is cheap our father said

worship baby & get wed

'sus Maria you're soon dead

buried in debt till you rise again

a typhoon comes when you pray for rain

the TV tells you no pain no gain

all you get is much more loss

each station of the bloody cross

God's like your old Kano boss

for a peso here & a peso there

you're willing to work anywhere

you don't complain that life's unfair

just brush your lovely long black hair

& say another wishful prayer

OK Síge text me soon

sing a Karaoke tune

take a nap in the afternoon

dream about the next typhoon

the Southern Cross near a crescent moon

you could cry but only smile

as you walk the supermarket aisle

you can shop for shoes in the latest style

go to Mass in the Mega Mall

good little children of the Fall