We were here, we are here
The land we were born
The place where we bloom
More than to see than concrete
In fact, we see it everywhere
Stronger than each home’s walls
It is its foundation
The people standing it
Is one, I think?
Yes, physically
But in heart, is it?
I know, we know
The meaning behind
The stars,
The sun,
And the red and blue colors
Of our beloved flag
But if you don’t know
Do you love the country behind our flag?
That’s the only thing to save your ignorance.
From Lapu-lapu until Efren Peñaflorida
They waved our pride
And let the whole world see
The beauty of where we grew.
Will it stop from Efren?
Or will it continue from every minute’s
Last born’s children’s children?
I hope, reader, you’re thinking.
Our heroes gave everything
Even their precious soul
And their happiest future memories
They should have beguiled.
They protected our motherland
From otherland’s men.
But what happened today?
We seem to be like them—
Dominating each land
To seek power
Just for their country’s growth.
We can do what they can do, yes.
We are just afraid to do it.
We don’t need their help.
We don’t have to give our trust.
It’s our country, not theirs
They have no right to get it
From us, True Filipinos of April 28, 2014.
Yes, we don’t need them.
I hope this poem would be in the notes of
History.
