Filipinos touched by the death of a martyr.

His life, his countrymen, and his family.

To never be lost in the mists of time.
Do not dance to the Marcha de Cadiz.
So, congratulations to the Rizalista junta.

Born inexorably, but spiritually.

His being remains
As enigmatic as his demons.

Ibarra leaps into the unknown.

Damaso accepts his hatred.
Noli Me Tangere, Spaniards!
The plague of society is
thy enlightenment of colonialism.

Heroic action display

lies in multilingualism's future
& incredible polymathy, etc.
In vain, the Philippines sob.
while Spain tormented her

“One only dies once,

and if one does not die well,
a good opportunity is lost and
will not present itself again”
So he says.
 Die for the nation,
Not for your passion,
Laong Laan spared him on
the journey to Bagumbayan.

Chains broken by the Motherland.

created by freaks from Spain.
The Philippines enlightened by ideas
as harmony overthrows the oligarchy
without compassion! Oh, GOODNESS!

Playing with ardent kisses on a mother's lips

When the baby wakes up on her lap,
When the baby wakes up on her lap,
she reaches out to touch her neck,
and when they catch one
other's eyes, they smile.

From the depths of my spirit, I bid you farewell.

Friends from my youth evicted from their homes!
I thank you for allowing me to relax after a long day!
Farewell, lovely buddy, who made my path easier;
Farewell, beloved beings!
There is rest in death!
 WORTH IT?

He walks alone,
Resting at the inn of
A thousand bloodied children
Looking around, he reminisces
The thousand bloodied men
Of which he knew a ten
Ham, the light-hearted,
John, the smuggler
Ken, the simple baker
Glenn, the smoker
Fischer, the writer
All with an iron heart
Who set to sail past
Vast oceans and dry lands
He wonders, what was it all worth W
O
If thousands of them R
And thousands of theirs T
H
Lay mangled.
I
She walks past T
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A poorly lit shop
In a dreadfully silent street H
e
Her hair covered with a scarf
Made with tiny hands w
Of her own making a
l
And she hears them scream k
For she was a mother s

Who cared for a little

a
Something different l
For one night o
n
She fights e
She fights ,
R
She fights… e
They fight back s
t
She wins i
But to what worth? n
g

They sit together a

Holding hands
She brought flowers
She brought a ring
She knelt down on one knee
Tears filled her eyes as
She covered her face
 Happiest she has ever been
The crowd’s cheer froze
Halfway as the man came
Saying love like this
Is not tolerated
She kissed her
And stormed out
Holding her hand
But her last act of
Defiance, was it worth?

He put down the brush

Admiring his work
His father, looking
For a tie, comes
Locking eyes with
His son’s eyes
In the mirror
And the son watches
His purple eyelids quivering, as
His father’s lips, curl
Up in ferocious anger
Fists raised, strides long
Palm sweeping his table
Of tools, he flinches
“No son of mine”, he screams
His mother watches, from the
Crack of the door,
Helpless.

The Soldier,
The Woman,
The Lovers,
The Boy,
One story of
A million
One rising causing
A million
One voice
For a million
A million make
A country great
A country proud
A country for
The people.