Layout by: Charisse Mae Suson Ardeza
Published by: John David ViΓ±as
Date Published: February 3, 2025
Time Published: 6:46PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: The Unheard Cries and the Promise of Change in a Nation
The banners wave in a restless air,
Promises whispered, yet burdens laid bare.
From gilded halls, their voices resound,
But do they hear the cries on the ground?
The farmer bends beneath the sun’s heat,
The worker trudges with weary feet.
While towers rise, their shadows fall,
Hiding the struggles of those who crawl.
Leadership is a torch, bright and bold,
Meant to guide through storms and cold.
But hands that hold it, weak or strong,
Shape the nation, right or wrong.
The gap between the rich and the poor,
An open wound that begs a cure.
Will leaders walk where the people bleed,
Or drown their cries in endless greed?
Yet hope remains, like a dawn's embrace,
In every child's unyielding face.
A new generation, bold and wise,
With dreams that touch the open skies.
Oh, Philippines, rise from despair,
Your strength is found in hearts that care.
A future awaits where justice is king,
And every voice has a song to sing.
IMAGE SOURCE:
Abdulllahi. (2023, July 17). Social stratification. Pinterest. https://pin.it/5i64NLfEN
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