In the land where wires dance a tangled waltz,

Above the streets, they twist and vault.

Philippines, oh land of the spaghetti fray,

Where wires run wild, with no dismay.

While the world moves towards a greener way,

With electric cars to save the day,

Here, the wires hang, a chaotic maze,

A symbol of our prolonged daze.

While the US dreams of an electric fleet,

We grapple still with wires concrete.

How many generations must endure,

This aerial jungle, obscure?

Oh, Philippines, land of puzzling wires,

Entangled still in electric quires.

As other nations progress and soar,

We’re left pondering, what’s the score?

Till when shall we dance this tangled spree,

Till when shall our skyline be free?

As the world moves forward, we lag behind,

Entwined in wires of a bygone kind.