Mang Pandoy is now dead.
The foremost symbol of poverty remained a symbol of poverty to the very end. He is so poor his family cannot even have him buried.
All those unkept promises. All those short-term support. All those tokens. All for naught.
He had started poor, and he had died poor. Was it his choice — to die of tuberculosis, to have an indefinite interment?
This is how the government (and in extension, our politicians) treat our poor — as pawns in their indefinite struggle to be at the top of the heap.
How magnanimous.
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