The Beloved Land of Heroes

Bring back the old land

the one we used to be proud of

like the times we still uphold our own values

when we still care for respect for dignity

those olden days when race isn’t a big deal

the black and white images of pioneers

when Filipinos are still Filipinos

and not foreigners in their own land

when we still wear our National identity

those times when we’re still against cruelty to see changes

when ethnic cleansing isn’t the only solution

when taking people’s life isn’t our last resort

coz putting the law in your hands doesn’t make the country better

funny how they are now in favor of disloyalty to vows

and it’s inhumane to fight for abortion to be legal

do you feel satisfied when people’s blood’s dripping down your hands?

people aren’t in charge of others’ lives

so do I

It’s always a matter of choice

Others believe tyranny is the answer

others don’t

while few people chose to be silent

afraid of their lives

taking away lives won’t lessen the count of criminals

is that what you people want?

seeing your own race suffer and enjoy it?

This is your country

whether you like it or not

the blood of your ancestors was once shed on this land

don’t focus on your own sufferings

focus on the surroundings

call them self-righteous

but you cannot change the history itself

it will never be

Rationality opened different view points

that lead to revolution

but it doesn’t mean

we’re free from folly

Coz even if a thousand heroes die,

in the end

It’s us – who’ll make the nation better.




*Unofficial* *I am not referring to anyone if that’s what others might think. I am referring to everyone who’s alright for them to sell their soul, their country and even the people itself.* *But then again, there is really no perfect land. Death, violence, tyranny, hatred, corruption, folly, ignorance are inevitable.*



I remember a story

about a man who’s raised by a shewolf

who swore that he’ll never hurt his mother, he didn’t

trained by the wildest beast in his homeland

Claws against claws

Fangs over fangs

Everybody’s a prey so you should watch your back or it’s the end of you

I’ve seen it before

through the never ending leaves of a book

whispering us that it will repeat itself

Do you hear it?

Can you feel it?

Running through the vivid lines of silence

tracing the roots of the problem

The jungle is calling you

the wild haunt on its prey

The mice crawls beneath tower gates,

pleading them to spare their blood.

coz in this mediocre society,

there’s always a fool, there’s always self righteous

How about let’s change the game?

Sheep can train with wolves

Apes be the kings, Lions be the slaves

Trees burn pieces of human flesh

whispers become screams

louder and louder, til’ they’re deep under the ground

The man who was once an object of violence,

became pages of a book

sound of tears that is full of pride

an unsung hero, denied by the truth

after his demise,. rebellion arise.

Brought rationality to kingdom of the lost ones

sooner, found their way out of the dungeon

and freed their souls from idiocy.

Soon, the wolf found its wings

It is a matter of choice, always.

Are you gonna soar high? or stoop so low?

Be lost in the sky? or be not tame in the jungle

Sky has limits too, so does the land.

It’s only a matter of choice if you’ll live; or die.

Note: I finished this piece during our first day as an intern.