Authenticity in all them tip cities writhes among masses of trash domesticities.
Subtle homes among the rubble, trouble bubbles poorly huddled
Helter-skelter shelters fall and falter in stormy water.
A life of dirt is all a flirt with random mirth, inevitable death or hurt
Filthy hands rubbed “clean” on milky jeans, obscene they glean with silt and teem
With grime, disease, no ABCs, all food taken to please the hungry mouths of capital greed.
A spark of hope parks in the dark before daybreak; GK awaits.
Building more than a community, add immunity; impunity.
Remix forlorn for phoenix reborn.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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wow. i don't know what to say.
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Good thing there are lots of people right now in the country and also abroad that are getting hooked up with Gawad Kalinga's good cause in building houses for the poor. I, myself is a member of it too and I'm very proud of the vision Gawad kalinga have for the Philippines.
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