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;

and so I came to the call of the lady in white, red and blue... without my pillow, without the blues ... there is no need ... I have my Barong blade to lie unto…. 


Filipino Classic Barong

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