The crowd was overwhelming. A vast multitude, a shy million of people should I say, was gathered around the stage waiting for my speech. The sounds of the chants of the people is deafening. They reapeatedly chanting, "Red Philippines! Red Philippines! Red Philippines!"
And I am here, standing in a stage in front of them - almost beyond belief that I need to speak my propaganda, before this massive crowd of supporters!
Red banners, red shirts, red towels and even red faces are everywhere.
Mix joy and anxiety is bursting from my softest joints to my deepest marrow.
This is a dream that I have never dreamt of.
This is democracy. And wherever and whenever democracy lies, there is hope.
The power of the government does not come from itself, rather, its sovereignty relies on its people.But before my awaited speech, there's this flashback of memories. Where in disbelief, never expected that I will be here in this very moment..
I was just a poor lad back then, living on a slum part of my my beloved city, Manila - fettered and abused.
I was just a dreamer back then. A young patriot who had dreamt much for the better good of his fellow country man, and now I am here...
... in front of millions of my countrymen..This is my story :
BINABASA MO ANG
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Historical FictionThe Giggle Awards Winner for HISTORICAL FICTION. Highest: #11 (06/18/17) It is a story of how a poor young patriotic dreamer, who suffered much terror in his life, become the symbol of hope of his own sinking country. A/N: Cover Credited to @IfiamKa...