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Philippines the Pearl of the Orient

as the Pacific ocean pushing down the cool breezing
fresh air facing east, where the set of the rising sun, the
Philippines alluring beautiful islets welcome the
foreign lands

hundreds and thousands people wish to stay in the 7,107
seashore and islands they want to play, even Ferdinand
Magellan leads its way to conquer the island for Spain
to offer, but Lapu Lapu the local chieftain stop their
intension and say the great promise land is not for sale
and please go faraway than to stay bitter

the Philippines island, endowed with natural beauty: the
the chocolate hills and the underground river as while the
Mayon volcano viewed its degree, where the rice terraces
splendid its wonderful technology of the centuries from
other neighboring countries

richness in the vast land and rivers, seas and sky the
country is full, wild life and animal every where you can
see, tame for free, ethno linguistic people in every peaceful
place you can talk but never anybody can provoke, they
are stronger than anyone, can't beat, fight as without
fear, live as they are simple and live faith according to
what they believe and adore

the cultural richness amongst the Filipino people leads its
way to survive, the gift of natural bounty; its surfing sea's
the mountainous cliff and the wild fruits makes the wonder
of the island, the marvelous caves, rivers and streams
amazed eyes can't imagine, as the dolphin and turtle
swim in a the rough sea, and the hearts swift to follow the
horizon sunset of the sun, where the pebbles sand of
Boracay, Dakak, Puerto Gallera, Mactan beaches
kaleidoscopic massage every foot and hand, that makes
every foreign land leave their lives for a stay in my dear
native land....the Philippines

'as the country, face the 21st century, and the 17th polical
regions have just reborn to see the dawn; all that what brings
to reach the dawning progress and development have made
the Filipino people to live and hope for better tomorrow'

poem by Antonio Liao
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Philippines, my Philippines my Native Land

a land scattered magnificently unique harbor its crystal
beauty of shore, up roaring its kaleidoscopic mountainous
ranges, nestle its forested slope of river and stream, the
home of the biggest eagle of the world, where a hundred
of hundreds of instinct colorful bird’s cliffs in the one of the
most beautiful scenery of the island facing the marvelous
ocean of the Pacific blues, even a millions of years can’t
fathom the great work of creation of the Philippines island

a light year waited the star to see this wonderful
masterpiece viewed, as the clouds formation witness every
history; the archipelago’s of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao
lay the beginning of every wish to seat in the crown of the
orient sea, anchored with 1,107 islands bounded 966
kilometers off the southern coast of Asia and 106 kilometers
below Taiwan and 24 kilometers above Borneo, beneath
the West lies the South China Sea, cluster with Celebes and
Sulu seas and as the West traffic path the Pacific ocean, the
blue ocean glimpse its breeze as it is remember the oozing
power of the universe

Ethno linguistic people, a hundred ten as they represent 16%
of the Philippines 73 millions wants to access, the culturally
rich custom and tradition of thy very diverse people living in the
Asian continent, has captivated the influence of Western
visitors of the land; its enculturation, leads the genuine tradition
of mixing and fixing the masculine of strength, to gain and
remain the old practices of the people, the Hellenistic of the
Philippines reach to its pinnacle to survive until, the age of
cybernetic conquer the space

Philippines my dear, Philippines land of the free, fighter
of the orient sea and the wisdom of the Malayan race, witness
the challenge of this millennium and go where the end
has to begin…Mabuhay! Philippines

poem by Antonio Liao
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Mindanao: The land of the Free

even the star blinks to see the island with
a doming dust blew from the pacific
ocean, and the whiten cumulus clouds
showered the scatter archipelagoes
of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao

white beaches floored the virgin
inlets of cliff, driven along the sea coast
with the white Celica and golden pebbles
rust along the dunes of sand in a
formation of kaleidoscopic design by
its natural nature poise

home of the its largest forest, birth place of
the famous monkey eating eagle, hibernation
lair of the world venomous snake of the
world, inhabitant of great ethno linguistic
people of the past and the land of promise
of the mai of the pre-historic period

never conquer in the past, struggle in the
present and the winner of the future, the
archipelago that emerges the backdoor of
history of the Philippine republic, the
source of the spirit of freedom enthusiast
amongst Filipino of today's quest

as the nature comes to convey, the dwelling
place of harmony, its flower grow and the
the birds fly in a zooming speed to know the
blowing wind in the island of Mindanao

come and live the ambiance of the birth of the
people who live the dignity of its destiny, the
faith that hold on, the hope that build to pursue
and the aspiration to live for a wonderful
Mindanao as a Nation

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Malayan Race

past a centuries live, thousands and millions of
different races, from the mountainous ranges to the
splendid nature landscape that curtain the virgin forest
as the wild animals of the jungle lives with high sea, facing
the magnificent horizon of majestic beauty of creation, comes
the birth of the continent of Asia, the endless treasure of man's
dream of living in the most luxury paradise of blessing and a land
with full of earthly blessing

Pacific blue ocean washes its marvelous wave to the
wandering seashore of promises amongst Conqueror and
Conquistadores of the west, the alluring beauty envy the hungry
visionaries of interest, offering the night of thieves, the treasure
that can't be taken, where bloods bath the crystal water of the bladed
swords, guns and canon from the window of the smelled balls of canon
of boats and garrison, portly to defend the angry and thirsty barbarian of
unwanted visitor and demonic race of the past

millions come stand the waving hands of fear, foot
with different shield to defend the mighty power with
no fear, the hope to survive, forwarding only the strength
of the heart, where the soul lies the sting of death, never been
conquer and surrender the hour of believing that not the mighty
force of the east, can't stop the sunset to hold the glamour of the heart
to live, beyond the blood of any fear amongst nation of warrior of fighters

to hold until death comes in the most waited
feature lives every spirit of men from the mountainous
hills and river, down to the great sea pads of the high sea,
unified to stand and defend the given land; a gift beyond gift
of live of creation, as every memories lingers in each hearts the
Malayan races have witness and conquer every trial of souls in
our continent

live and stand with us, the heart is full and the brave
spirit lives in our dominion, the Malayan rise comes to
existence for peace, and unity amongst neighboring nation, but
fight to the end with a victor of blood lives in every sword that stands

harmony the Malayan race salute, the forever of our
heart and the blood of our freedom....... never been defeated
but a conqueror of every fight in every land.....long live the Malayan
race

' this poem is dedicated to the Malay Race '

poem by Antonio Liao
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Whose Country Is This?

Whose country is this?
It is a land full of snakes;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of many waters;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of thieves! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of oil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of earthquakes!
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of lovers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of volcanoes!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful flowers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hansome men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of beautiful women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of roses;
Whose country is this?
it is a land ruled only by men;
Whose country is this?
It is a land without rainfall;
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by a woman;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of corruption!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pirates! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land ruled by law;
Whose country is this?
It is a land controlled by rebels!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ice;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant women;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of singers;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of troubles;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of war! !
Whose country is this?
It is a land with the biggest cemetery in the wolrd!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of desert;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of trees;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pregnant teenagers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of timber;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of hatred;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of love;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of care;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of peace;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of smokers!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of businesses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of harlots;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of wise people;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of idiots!
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of gold;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of cocoa;
Whose country is this?
It is a alnd full of crabs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of evil;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of rainfalls;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of ants;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of horses;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of pigs;
Whose country is this?
It is a land full of statues;
Whose country is this?
it is a land full of birds;
And so on, and so forth!
Because nature had made them so as we see them around us,
But the wise and fool live together on this earth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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O Philippines!

O Philippines, my beloved country!
An archipelago of islands in Southeast Asia,
Rich in culture and society.
Her fame spreads like a 'flavored shisha.'

A variety of rare animals you'll see
Such as tarsiers, tamaraws, flying lemurs...
Marine species and coral reefs by the sea.
O Great Philippines! Her beauty shines!

Come now and visit Philippines.
Go to Boracay and Palawan Islands,
As one of the wonders of the world today
And join the hundreds of tourists each day.

And yes! I'm proud to live in Philippines
With so many loving memories.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!
For Her I'll give up my life.

She made me
Of who I am today,
An abiding citizen to the country.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!

poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Mabuhay Philippines!

Though my country is at its lowest
I firmly believe that it will ably pass the test

Though the nations will grope in financial needs
My country's resources its people will feed.

We have plenty of water and our seas produce fish
Our land grows everything and its womb is not selfish

We can make our food in all natural growth
We can harvest the best fruits the world ever sought

They say we are poor yet our malls are all selling
Our people have cellphones, the latest cars they're buying.

The investors are coming here, realty business is booming
Condominums fast rising and like mushrooms a-blooming.

We have pearls in our seas, we have gold in our mountains
Our silver is the best and its sources are a bargain

Our people are poor but they live life with great smiles
With dance, music, and song and prayer all the while

We survive those disasters because of our character
The 'Bayanihan' spirit- we look after each other

With all our workers spread throughout the world
We don't even need government, we manage well we are told.

Our heroes are many, too many to enumerate
From Paeng Nepomuceno, Manny Pacquiao to date,

To Lea Salonga and our Charize Pempengco
To Efren 'Bata' Reyes and the rest you all know.

There is now black propaganda against my dear country
Prejudice in foreign media laced in utter mediocrity

But the irony of it all is the evident truth
Like dominoes they are falling one by one they follow suit.

A nation's wealth is its people and its natural resources
Its land and its values, its direction, and its goodness.

God bless the Philippines and its people!

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A little hand of Democracy, Pres. Corazon C. Aquino

entangle by fire, sweeten by dirt and dust, the unwavering
force and stamina, come to forward the little angel of
democracy, the cry that cradle the past of bravery and
heroism of the fatherland

land of the free, home of the brave, beautiful island
of the pacific; the Philippine republic, welcome the Blooming
meadow of the vast horizon of freedom land where faith lays
the fervent hope of liberty amongst men

as the furnish of incredible fire, harness the beautiful
gold, the birth of the little god, showered her charisma of
faith and patience, pondering the challenge of inferno in the
midst of wondering world of change

the cocoons, of witnessing the tyranny of democracy tore
down the humble beginning of Edsa revolution, lasting its
pure resistance of strength amongst people; surfing the dawn
of new beginning of Philippine democracy, as the echelon of
existence and destiny of the nation

the unwavering faith lives to last in the dungeon of
dictatorship has come to end and the verge of democracy stand
in the clock of an endless bastion of hope of liberty raised to
lift high the dove of unity, mesmerize each dropp of freedom
conquering the Filipino people to love, even life comes no
return, as it lurks the root of survival, kindling the sprout of
seed of happiness in every smile in the heart of men

weeping the faith of a good fight leaving no return to a little
child to hold in thy mother's hope to stand, the fervent widow
of hope live the abundant of charisma to change the course of
Philippine history into the venue of the world scenery

you'll the faith that hold on to live amongst us, you’re the
hope that stand even unto death, your the winner whose heart
steadfastly live in every heart; for a mother who wishes to be
free lives with us until, death comes no more.......

Viva! Pres, Cory, Viva Philippines, Viva Democracy.....

' a tribute to a Pilipino President whose heart lives amongst
the Pilipino people of the Republic of the Philippines '

poem by Antonio Liao
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A Hearty Congratulation Of Pres. Barack Obama

a One Hundred Days, a beginning of dream come true, a
start that waits the flourishing wish to reach, the jubilation
remembered at the soil of American people's victory of
this 21st century, in the continent of the East

all citizens has to unite in the new found anniversary, each
one is counted and in every street, the cheers, the laughters
the joy of each face resembled that another new years has
to start as the past year has already depart

welcome every race, faith and fate awaits, America the
mother model of democracy, where young and old comes
in victory to live in the land where God has plan, always
forward to the heaven's flag the 100 days of victories you've
have achieve, in face of the world you wave

Congratulation PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA, you've
conquer the moist of the sand and leads the country to victory,
refresh and go, all our prayer lives in you and lead us in the
way to that promise day, that all people who believe
Democracy the answer of this century

let us join our hands and pray that the 44th President of
the United States of America can stand and pave the path to
live in harmony with the neighboring beautiful country where
God also have given them free

the glooming America has now shinning its radiant star and
the dawning twilight spirit, brings every American people to
live a good morning of blooming prosperity

poem by Antonio Liao
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…within And Beyond The Hero’s Journey …

cascading water falls, embraces the high cliff,
where the echo of melodic rock conquer the paddle sand
in the sunset of a magnificent blow of the wind,
beneath the murmuring pebble of thousand battled ambiance
of natural wonders

await dear heart of the star, where the galaxy
of the Milky Way, wish to play on the twilight shine
amongst the riding rainbow of the stream that flows in
the midst of the dazzling night

come our respected guest and down the islets for the isles,
welcome your stay; the idyllic moment will be the most
memorable awesome peep of your eyes, a wholesome
pleasure of sweet dream of reality come true

genuine heart brings your wisdom to find the treasure
past of your life; like a flying eagle who wish to nestle its
prey with tender touch and a loving spirit of friendship
in the middle of alluring gift of happiness and enjoy deep
inside the passionate heart of you’re lasting sincerity
of love

welcome the journey of sensible pleasure and capture
the unlocking spirit of wings; of the given gift of paradise,
the silent bloom of the sand of Zamboangan flaps soil of
the Subanon land, a haven of all, who join the sacredness
moving spirited people of the land of the Lumad-free

feel and touch the mystic land of the riding pleasure of
the sand ……

“a poem…a tribute to the promise land of my birth,
Zamboanga del Norte,
Philippines”

Aon

poem by Antonio Liao
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Kamikaze and Hara-kiri

a glorious
duty of fate,
wonderful to give and die;
letting other to live
in a country
that gives, and share
blood to pave
the light
to a
mighty race

a nation that is great

as the
wilderness echo
its whisper of
Mt. Fuji
the horizon of the sea,

sings its
perfect melody;
echoes
in the island of
destiny, the land of the
free as the
rising sun
reflects the mirror
of eternity

set to
blooms the
Cherry blossom trees in
the midst
of the wondering
land of
the people

who wish to live in
peace, Long live JAPAN

' a tribute to the people who give their....
....lives for the freedom.... dream'

poem by Antonio Liao
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Land Of The Living

Well, its up in the mornin
Everybody off and runnin
Everybody got some place to be
Some people never go walkin
Some people just stop talkin
And I was slippin away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
We work and we worry
This old worlds in such a hurry
So many things we just dont see
Some people always cryin
Some people just stop tryin
And I was slippin away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
We hot to do what we can
About all this pain and sorrow
But try to live just a little
We could all be gone tomorrow
When I look at you girl, me heart rejoices
You taught me somethin:
Considering the choices-
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you

song performed by by Don Henley
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The Samurai-The Grit

the blade that settle in the land of the rising sun,
a course of wind that blew to the orient seas,
holding on to stand away from the foreign land,

its beauty allure, the cherry blossom's aura, to
the might of the ancient samurai, steadfastly
awake the vigor of the mystic Fuji mountain

oh, a throne that you live forever, a crystal clear
of snow you give to live, stand as you hold, the
stuff you made, the blade that shield, to gun
powder, you take

ambient triumph, you make, in the century you
take, keep me know that you are a nation of
people whose shintoism belief as it flows, where
elements of nature is balance

live as you go, to the land where the rising sun
stand, where the horizon of light passes the night,
in the breeze of the pacific ocean, lay a nation
that is free

as you go, let our dream brings......its light....that
beyond that rays....our race live forever

poem by Antonio Liao
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I am a FILIPINO

Malay is my race, build like
a warrior whose body and shape
ripen my strength to any battle
to protect the native land

live in a simple and fashionable
style amongst neighbor in Asia,
respected and love by the people
who share the common vision of
what is Life

thou blood shattered in every
canon and sword, the flesh conquer
the journey to live in the shield
of independent nation of the
South East countries

our home has always allure other
to walk and find life, a Paradise
to live, abundantly the sweat and
sweet mixed with passion makes the
land a great home to live on

brave as we are honest
and peace loving as we do, yet the
greatness of our smile makes the world
goes round

I am proud to be a FILIPINO

poem by Antonio Liao
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Come Away

(g.bowser/j.jupp)
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As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land

song performed by by April Wine
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Mother India

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

In Your Lap live men and women
Of every caste and religion.
You rain your love and affection
On them all without distinction.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

You have got a peculiar trait
Due to which you are very great.
You adopt the foreigners too,
Who like to live and die for you.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

You are beautiful, all perfect;
You are rich in every aspect.
In the ancient times, we have heard,
Aliens called you ‘a golden bird’

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

The mountains guard your honour here;
The ocean washes your feet there.
The rivers contain sweet water
Which for us is just like nectar.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

Our culture is ancient and high,
We are respected that is why.
Culture has bound us by and by,
With a chain of pure love and tie.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

We are sorry here live some men
Who are not loyal, but still then,
Pose as lovers of this nation,
Whom we do not like to mention.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

We are sorry here live some men;
Fire of hatred they ever fan.
Freedom, we fear, may not be lost,
Which we have got at a great cost.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

Let us be wise not to be tool
Of selfish powers which befool
Those who do not well understand
Their aim which is behind their stand.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

We will be lucky, if we die
For you, O Gracious Country High!
We’ll give them a fitting reply,
Who see you with a slanting eye.

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.

poem by Aziz Ahmad
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We live, but with no existence

We belong to a land
Beautiful and bestowed with
All wonderful natural resources
A very cool mountainous land is ours
It drew attention of
Many saints in the past
Previous millennium saw
A number of great sages
Staying in our land
Discovered new spiritual understanding
And established institutions
For enhancing the path of enlightenment
The terrain invited a lot of tourists
Because of its snow laden landscape
And its vegetation less common
In other parts of our country
We took pride of being part of this land
And belonging to a much visited place
Things started changing over a period of time
In the last two decades or more
We, belonging to particular community,
Were chased out of the land
Because we were minority
And forced into the other part of the State
For no mistake of ours
Many lost their lives
Many lost their families
Many lost their parents
Many lost their sons and daughters
Many lost their brothers and sisters
Many lost their homes
But all lost our identities
Our governance has not
Worried about us for the simple reason
That we stood this storm and managed
To survive and that
We are too little in the greatest democracy
To decide the fate of any governance
We cry within
As we are left to stay
As a refugee in our own land
With no real belonging
Away from a soil that once was
Our mother land
We live, but with no existence

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Mindanao: A Portrait and the Perspective

self is the agent of peace, the covenant of harmony
welcome the elements of respect, understanding
and hope where by the birth of the culture of peace
will always reign in our hearts

Mindanao the back door, the land of promise and
the Jews past dream of exodus, lives now the fear
of survival, the struggle that hamper its progress
and development

the Mindanao inhabitant, lives fear at the border in
everyone's hearts, fight survival face to face with a
turmoil of winning our dignity, never the fighting
spirit we possess in our soul have leave and capture
the sting and the pangs of death, for we are the
people who have always seen the future

the Mindanaon accept what fate brings, it's the faith
that shields us to joint and unite what ever adversities
may come, the strength and the pendulum of fight
leads every force to find new style and solution of
winning our struggle, for we never lost hope but
instead with open mind to pursue favorable ways to
attain of what is love

day to days we dream of, what is the picture of
tomorrow, and year after years the citizen have attain
the covenant of peace amongst people who believed
that there is still future await in the end of the horizon

a raise Mindanao, the final day has yet to come the
dawning light, had just welcome the morning bless,
and the star above wonder the universe exclaim
that, what ever the heart believes the soul can achieve

live and stand Mindanao forwards to your call, for we
are now to close to reach what is the day of the
future, the moment of truth for our generation to come
and the yesterdays aspiration, for we can't fly to the
moon neither can defy death without a cause

Mindanao the land of promise.....