He brings in the sunshine, this man,
Friend and sometimes foe to our grim
Tasks of exile. He brings in the rain
And laughter and love in intricate
Ways like lanes narrow and wide webbing
Throughout the world of our late lunch.
In the night when he thinks of you all
In your hunger and need and muted cries,
He draws you to the delight of McDonald's.
This is the man who has made
This Benetton country his home.
Today he speaks of divine desires,
Of helping those with lesser
Fortune and fate, and lesser luck.
He comes around in circles sometimes
To tell you of terrible truths
On the duty to be alive,
The duty not to starve even
Without the dollars, the green bucks
Of his dreams and now ours.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili