Dear jeepney,

You're the reason I know how to do this. You gave me knowledge cause you helped me gain them. This country would have never progressed without you. How come this world seems to punish you this time? You can't even feed yourself anymore. I wonder if you'll be able to drive your fiery wheels to your destination again, as the prices of your hardship slowly deminishes in the dusty roads.

I want to help you every time you cradle me in your lap. I sit diligently as you eagerly push your engine to the fullest. I want to ease both of our pains.

You are a King right? Your reputation is that of a luxury limousine.

How come a King, the King of the Roads, is now suffering as the oil that keeps it going seem to be scarce. What will happen if this King gives up the fight?

I am not gonna sit here whining about the situation. But what can I do? What can we do?