Sitting on his white, man-made throne
The noble hero faces the sun
Resting his industrious hands on the arms of the chair
Watching over all his fellows
Whom he gifted
With Love,
Peace,
And Liberty
And whom he loved after God
Putting his head up
His genius brightens
Like the darkest seconds of his blessed country
His undying heart blazes like the hottest fire
His love blows like the most tender wind
His ideals shout like the silent cries of his men
He stays inside the hearts and minds
Of his countrymen
Perhaps we are vain and vanity is vain
But vanity nevertheless!
This teaches us unconsciously that he
And his works are useful ironically
Blood and flesh he sacrificed
To save us from earthly hell
From the invaders, who trampled our sacred shores
And who greedily wanted to show their
silly superiority
Respect, they have none!
To be patriotic alone may not be enough
How can we thank him
Must linger as a challenge for us
His countrymen
Whom he gifted with Love,
Peace,
And Liberty
Maybe there is a dark future
Waiting for us
Like he, who faced the sun before
Foreign guns took his precious life,
Who hoped good for his Philippines
Since then,
The Filipino race had never produced
A man who can eclipse him
It is not our great challenge however,
It is to accomplish his hope
Which is for our sake and good
Valiantly sitting on his chair
Planted on a garden of flowers
And every morning,
Dr. Jose P. Rizal faces the sun
And the bright tomorrow of our dear Philippines
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