“Let’s fight corruption!” the billboard appeared to
yell, but it didn’t have a mouth, nor the people
the ears. They are ready to partake of the day’s
raw — fierce looking and dignified, as they divide
the day’s plunder. They scare only the uninitiated.
Except for the peso signs on their eyes, they’re
just like us, able to read that billboard now and
then, though rarely affected with pangs of guilt or
visitations of the moral ought. Somewhere in
those offices a poor man empties his pocket to
buy justice, but he will lose a limb again, as the
well-oiled ones bring home the bacon because
they paid more.