'Tis intangible
Unlike the spears and the guns
Of the daughters and the sons,
Unconquerable;
But partly they symbolize
Its notion before our eyes.
The time has gone by,
And the world has also turned
From chaos into concord;
Now we say goodbye
To old discrimination
Racism and commotion.
There's a new icon
That can suitably depict
Our genuine love and respect
For our own nation --
Raising our right hand to pledge
And doing our job with badge.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoetryA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
