Free My Philip, For Philip Pines Poem by Clester James Rabuyo

Free My Philip, For Philip Pines

I, once owned Philip, my ever lovely - beautiful dove
Free to fly, free to wander. Oh! My Philip. Oh my love
I set him free -not caged, to fly and soar up high above
But oneday he's gone. My Philip's now someone I can't have

Philip is now in the hands of the man who came from Spain
Enslaved him to toil our land without food - even a grain
Watching him toil the land which we owned, makes me bleed in pain
And my enthralling dreams for Philip were all put in vain

Alas! A savior came, he was tall, white-complexioned man
Bought Philip from the Spaniard, I heard he's American
Removed the hundreds of years old cage by the Spanish man
And that's how Philip and white man's friendship all begun

Crap! It's a trap! A big fat trap! I saw them slowly clap
As my innocent friend, Philip, peacefully takes his nap
Freed him from the cage but he's now under their big wide cap
Befriending him - a strategy of widening their map

My Philip, my beloved Philip, is he really free?
Or under the spell of a friend-in-disguise, enemy

And now, in a bigger cage where he can't see the sun that shines
For Philip still longs for freedom, he mourns and he pines.