The People's Purse Poem by bonifacio alba

The People's Purse

Why must our coffers bleed and drain,
For battles fought in greed's domain?
When acts are done not for the land,
But for a few with grasping hand.

They wage complaints with hollow claims,
Void from the start, just playing games.
Dismissed for lack of truth or right,
Unconstitutional in the people's sight.

Each wasted hour, each peso spent,
Was meant for roads, for schools, for rent.
Yet politics devours the gold,
While hungry mouths are left in cold.

Let justice rule with steady sway,
Enact the law — the loser pays.
So truth will stand, and fraud will fall,
And serve the people, one and all.