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Zaqqûm: Puno sa impiyerno

SISIHAN, sisihang umaatikabo

Operasyon ng dam dapat daw mahinto

Dahil kuryente lang iyong hinahango

Pagtapon ng tubig hindi maiwasto.



Patubig sa tanim walang pakinabang

Hindi maigiit ng gobyernong lokal

Na dapat maglaan sa mga sakahan

Ang imbak na tubig nitong San Roque Dam.



Hindi yata huli kapag ipinilit

Na maglaan ang dam para sa patubig

Ng lupang sakahan… lalo ung tag-init

Palayan, gulayan pawang tumatangis.



Kung ilang panahong dumaan ang bagyo

Nanira, nangwasak… pero nang delubyo

Itong sumagasa nataranta tayo.



Madaling sumisi, sisihin nga ang dam

Na itinindig daw malapit sa fault line

Sakaling lumindol… wasak ang imbakan,

Burado sa mapa itong Pangasinan.



Mahirap po kasing maghanap ng lunas

Lalo’t tayo’y sakmal ng takot at sindak.

Panganib nitong dam laging mauungkat

Mga pakinabang hindi masisipat.



Ang biyayang tubig, talagang imbaka

Malago, malawak nating kagubatan…

Pansinin po natin kung gaano na lang

Itong forest cover nitong kapuluan.



Green spaces ng Hongkong? Sitenta porsiyento!

At doon sa Japan ay sitenta’y singko…

Ungkatin ang ‘Pinas… nakakapanlumo…

Twenty percent na lang forest cover ditto.



Usisain natin kung ang Cordillera

O ang Caraballo mayroong gubat pa

Kaya buhos-unos ay hindi makaya,

‘Yang panot na gubat—kakambal trahedya!



Twenty percent na lang forest cover natin…

Kimim na panganib hindi pinapansin

Tuloy lang ang logging, pati na kaingin

Nagkahindut-hindot ang massive tree planting…



Kagubatang panot, sino’ng magsisinop?

Katiting nang gubat pilit sinisimot…

Sisihan, sisihan… walang kumikilos

Lahat malulubog pagdating ng unos…



(Ay, Babaeng Tuod kailangan ka na

Magsabog ng lagim—puksain mo sila

Zaqqûm ng impiyerno… Inshallah… Inshallah…

Dito na itanim puno ng parusa.)

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