By the bank of the famed Pasig River
I sat on a bench
Cup of coffee on hand
Staring at the passing waters
Imagining how it transformed for years
Pristine, crystal-clear in centuries old
Gradually turning into murky molds
Esplanade stretches across the Jones
People from all walks of life wander
As neon lights flood thru the ramps
Turning this dark city’s corner into a party
Of souls struggling to find respite
Out of their grueling daily grinds
Gushing lights from the banks
Flirts the blackened waters
Trying to blend, hide the ugly
But no matter how it tries
Reality reigns still
The decadence of the city
12-3-2024
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