The Ballad of a Pilipino Poet

A thousand miles unto the central shore,

where ocean lays his mighty wall;

of many seas and many lore,

dwelt a place of thy bravest soul.

Land of the morning's sweetest kiss,
sun's favorite maiden lair;
first endeavor of his glorious rays,
gorgeous beauty that hold his fear.

And when the sun return to rest,
after a long and hurdled test;
a one last look he would regret, 
afraid that morrow could never wait.

And so the day begun to fade,
to make the night unleash her heed;
and turn the land into a place,
of greatest love that never ends.

But 'lo the sun! he was so right,
afraid that vain conquer his might;
and then the land he dearly love,
will fall upon the wrath of God.

The land that once a beauty ride,
was now a sore of eerie sight;
the land that once revered by light,
pillage by grief until the night.

And who it was that blame shine bright,
when no one knows the man who cried;
the one who knows the mask behind,
forever lost and long was gone.

So now oh! please thy glory seek,
to what we owe what we have made;
is it to us who fought our best,
to give our land her robust grave.

A shouting madly manly sound;
was crying there behind the mount,
then please for sake stop the shout,
and heal my broken shaking mother land.