I dream of a better Philippines,
With her wide plains and fields,
Yet poverty had ravaged the land,
For power had fallen into covetous hands
Greedy for power, selfish for wealth
Cruelty and Malice are all that were felt,
Leaders who lead us to nothing but debt,
Tell me, Oh Mother, should we just embrace death?
I dream of a better Philippines;
…or will it forever just be a dream?
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