by Patt Familara
On the day that GODS conquered our land
Our freedom, wealth, and soul are devoured by GUNS.
The color RED flooded the earth
That drifts beneath our raging SUN.
People fought and died for IT;
Against the monstrous tyranny from the EAST
Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat were offered
To regain the stolen freedom of our past.
With the aim for freedom, a Flag was weaved
With the sun and three stars that made us amalgamated;
The color of red conveys strength for those who tussled
With a shade of blue that tells us that we are united.
Then a hymn was sung on the 12th of June 1898
Uttering meaningful words that declare sovereignty
An anthem that was sung on that historical balcony
And a flag that symbolizes that we are now FREE!
From FEAR to GLADNESS people celebrated
For that short-lived freedom that was never accepted
Months later gunfire was heard
Commencing another threat coming from the buyer.
Once again we, the natives were conquered;
By new gods that promised education to everyone
Ships started to arrive with TOMMIES inside
That trained us to bark like BOW-WOW-WOW
Years passed, the Brown was covered by white
And started to live in the shadows of our New Gods
We now to hate the things that we have
Even the brown color of the skin we possess
Hundreds of Years under the colonizers
We now lost our identity that came from our forefathers
A shade of GREY was left from our vibrant rainbow,
That once shined from our clear blue sky.
Hope from the Orient once again renewed
That in a few years’ time their land will be liberated
From those who made us thinking
That WHITES are a superior human being
Then a plane from the sky flew over the Capitol
A bomb was dropped on a lovely harbor
Armies of gods from our neighbor
Forcibly took control of our buyers
Women were raped, Children were bayoneted
By the monsters from the land where the Sun Rises
Killing innocent lives to those who blocked
Making GARDENs grow like how the mushrooms bloom
For the next THREE years people suffered;
FEAR once again ruled over those who grieved
HANDS that once were FREE were now knotted
The gods came from the north of the Earth.
Then A-Bombs were dropped on the land of the occupiers,
That forced them to left on the land that writhed
Leaving the ROSES on the lonely hills
That WEPT on the GARDENS that the gods have created
A PROMISE that was made by a man from the EAST
The ORIENT was freed, granting freedom at least
On the Day they called independence of the WEST
The SONG of the BROWNS was sung at its best.
But the fight for freedom was not OVER yet
Communist ideologies rose to POWER, a new threat
Marshall Law was imposed, and rights were STRIPPED
The people suffered, their VOICES silenced and lips zipped
Then a leader emerged, a man named Ninoy
He fought for the people, and their CRIES he did not ignore
But his life was taken, in a fateful assassination
Leaving the nation in shock, with deep consternation
His wife, Corazon, stepped up to lead the fight
But her reign was fraught with struggles, not a smooth flight
The people's trust in her wavered, and she lost the election
But the people were not done, they sought a new direction
A revolution was sparked, a PEOPLE POWER uprising
The DICTATOR was overthrown, and the people's voices arising
FREEDOM was regained, and democracy restored
But the journey was long and the fight far from over.
The colors of the flag still wave, red, blue, and white
But the SHADOWS of the past still lingers in sight
The people strive for progress, for a brighter tomorrow
In hope that the colors of freedom will once again BORROW.
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