A Poem For My Country

Beijing is fine
the summer palace is cool
the tombs and temples are dignified and
mysterious and for the whole
of china and its people and
lakes and moats
and trees and gardens
i am mystified but

back home
then where my heart sings
The Philippines is still
my own home for it is here
where my heart is
beating
where my soul
is at peace
and true to my own
patriotism
there is no other place
that i love
this Philippines, this country
that welcomes me
wherever i was
lost.