The sirens scream a truth we try to hide,
Cold asphalt drinks the red from her side.
The news is tossed, a paper soaked in grime,
While monsters hunt and wait for feeding time.

Liwayway meets a cruel and stone-cold fate,
A severed head beside the rusted gate.
The sharpest blade has carved a jagged line,
Her eyes are fixed, no longer will they shine.

The Father drinks and counts his dirty bills,
While on the bed, her youthful spirit spills.
The Buyer comes with coins and heavy breath,
To trade her life for something worse than death.

A metal scent, a sharp metallic taste,
The bullets turn a life to bloody waste.
The legs that walked the path to reach her home,
Are broken parts where straying shadows roam.

In darkest brush, her limbs are tossed away,
The silver lining turns to rot and gray.
Red-stained the sheets, the help has come too late,
The bullet ends the girl we found too late.

Don’t wash your hands and turn your eyes away,
While villains come to hunt and find their prey.
Let us arise and scream into the night,
Until the blade is broken by the light.