I am a Filipino in love with my country;
who abhors oppression and debauchery;
our past they stole and a future we neglected;
how pray tell can we fix what has ended?
closed minds, eyes, hearts and soul;
if not us, who'd you think will take the fall?
I worry for the sake of our future;
outdated traditions & beliefs seen as nature.
do you not wish to be free from an oppressor?
centuries of suffering from a nameless stature;
I am a Filipino who loves my roots;
yet elites & colonizers reduce it all to soot.
lies and deceit over centuries they fed;
erase the history of how our ancestors bled;
will you remain silent in front of the oppressor?
stay voiceless, even your dignity they conquer.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
