Tuesday, May 12, 2009

May 12, 1998 - May 12, 2009

Back then, we were just students
Back then, I remember how much we loved our nation
Those uncertain days, we might look immature and clueless,
Yet we had the courage to rise and question;
When the will those tyrants,
whom we called the leaders of our nations,
step back and show a little compassion?
Will the nightmare of the hopelessness end?
Will we be free to speak up one day,
Will our nation recover,
Will we live in real peace,
with no more lies, manipulations, repressions?
Uprising. Movement. Demands for change.
Voices. Gunshots. The march under tropical sun.
Still remember the black ribbon that we knotted around our arms?
We grieved and we fought
May violent revolution would never need to happen again
in our beloved nation...