Who am I ?
I do not know!
I’m neither a patriot nor a hero ... but just a fellow .. with a Barong blade under my pillow;
do you know... I have been hearing a cry
since ... sometime ago;
calling a name that says ... “Filipino” ;
the cry was
frail but "claro" by the lady in white, red, and blue;
she said my son where are you? … do you
still love me like you used to?
why is it that I cannot hear you? …as if
you’d been away for more than a few;
I said I’m ashamed I have forgotten you
… I was too busy feeding all the blues;
I am the lady in white, red, and blue …whose
heart is bleeding out for you;
will you see me through... at this time, that I truly long for you?
and I remember ... this lady from long ago, who cuddled me since
I was two;
I was a lost son and not just a beau to the lady in white, red and blue;
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