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Saan titino?

KAPAIN man nila ang laman ng dibdib

Self-fulfilled prophecy ang nawa’y makamit;

Muli, muli’t muli… laging ihihirit

Trangkaso ng baboy ipagpupumilit.



‘Yang A(H1N1) na talagang ewan

Mabagsik umano, dapat na iwasan…

Salot na kakalat sa binahang bayan

Lagim ng trangkaso, hatid—kamatayan.



Pati na sa lotto subukang itaya

Ang A(H1N1) at baka tumama.

Nakaregla na raw ang matinding banta

Pero parang bakla—ayaw manalanta?



Dapat nang iboto, dapat ngang ihalal

Para manalasa nitong taumbayan.

Talaksang babala’y tila infomercial

Ang sakit na ito’y ating paghandaan.



Ating ihahanda baboy na mataba

Ano’ng isusuka? Sampalok na mura!

Ano’ng isasahog? Sambaldeng mantika!

Saan ipapasok? Pagitan ng hita…



Nauna kasi nga trangkaso ng ibon

Avian flu pa yata ang taguri doon…

Taguri’t tarugo—pareho na rin ‘yon

Nag-SARS-SARS pa mandin, naging banta noon.



Kahit nga nag-SARS-SARS, meron bang lumabas?

Maski na sampatak ni walang nakatas…

Public health prognosis lagi yatang palpak

Pulos death threats mandin ang isisiwalat.



Santino, Santana manalangin tayo

Luwagan na si bra, tawagan na si Bro.

Lagay-kalusugan lagi bang ganito

Pawang terrorist threats ang ipinapayo?



Magtatanggol na Bro, kailan tatama

Ang A(H1N1) upang manalasa?

Magtatanggal ng bra, hindi yata tama

Laging death threats na lang ang sumasalanta.



Sa A(H1N1) kami ay ‘di takot

Pero sa DOH… nakakahilakbot

Laging iaangas, samut-saring salot...

Mag-ingat sa grave threats, bumili ng gamot.



Hundred million pesos na ang inilaan

Para daw sa gamot ng A(H1N1)…

Trangkaso ng baboy tiyak na daratal

Kaya naghanda ng pangontra’t panlaban.



Sana nga’y dumating; sana nga’y sumapit.

Self-fulfilled prophecy dapat na makamit

Santino, Santana ay may prayer request

Peste’y dumapo sa prophets of DOH!

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