The Farmer's Lament

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] In the fields of Pangasinan, under the sun's harsh glare, Lauro toils the golden land, his hands rough with care. "Haan nak agtalonen," he sighs to the sky, A tariff cut on rice, and his livelihood's dry. [Verse 2] "Sikami lattan iti kanayon a kakaasi," The government's neglect, a burden so heavy. With a slash of a pen, in Manila's high towers, The farmers' hard work, seems all but devoured. [Pre-Chorus] But the balance they seek, is a scale tipped wrong, Three million souls, where do they belong? In the fight for survival, against the market's cruel hand, A gamble they won't take, for the sake of their land. [Chorus] Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure, As the tariff falls, the farmers endure. For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil, They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil. [Verse 3] Inflation's cruel dance, spins faster each day, While the price of their rice, just withers away. "Less than P10 billion," the DoF may claim, But for those in the fields, it's a losing game. [Verse 4] The FFF speaks, of a loss too great, P43 billion, a twist of fate. For each farmer's hand, that feeds the nation's need, Is a story of struggle, of hunger, and greed. [Pre-Chorus] But the balance they seek, is a scale tipped wrong, Three million souls, where do they belong? In the fight for survival, against the market's cruel hand, A gamble they won't take, for the sake of their land. [Chorus] Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure, As the tariff falls, the farmers endure. For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil, They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil. [Bridge] The PhilRice data, a tale of despair, Costs climbing high, it's just not fair. For every kilo of palay, a price must be paid, But when tariffs are cut, their hopes start to fade. [Instrumental Solo] [Chorus] Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure, As the tariff falls, the farmers endure. For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil, They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil. [Outro] So hear the farmer's lament, in the rustling grain, A chorus of voices, singing of pain. For the land that they love, for the rice white as bone, They'll fight for a chance, to reap what they've sown. [Instrumental Outro] [End] [Chorus] Oh, the rice fields whisper, of a future unsure, As the tariff falls, the farmers endure. For the sake of the grain, for the price of their toil, They stand firm on the land, their ancestral soil. [Outro] So hear the farmer's lament, in the rustling grain, A chorus of voices, singing of pain. For the land that they love, for the rice white as bone, They'll fight for a chance, to reap what they've sown. [Instrumental Outro] [End]