06/05/2026
CHOOSE YOUR LEGACY (PUMILI KA)
Two youths stand tall amidst the rising smoke,
Refusing to wear the heavy, silent yoke.
They see the suitcases of gold, the stolen years,
The "Flood Control" that only flows with people's tears.
Billions vanished into pockets, deep and wide,
While the nation drowns beneath the corrupt tide.
But look back at the shadows of our haunted past,
Where heroes fell because of shadows long and cast.
History repeats its cruel and bloody stain:
A patriot’s heart pierced by a countryman’s gain.
Sold out for power, for a seat, for a price,
By the very brothers who should have shared the sacrifice.
Now the choice is yours, for time is a fleeting ghost, To which side will you stand when you’re needed most?
Will you crawl with the Crocodiles in their den of greed, Lining your nest while the hungry mouths bleed? Or will you stand with those who fight for the land, Writing a legacy with a clean and steady hand?
Do not let the traitors write the final page,
Do not let the "Hunchbacks" cage our rising rage.
Your name will be carved in the history you leave,
Will it be one to honor, or one to aggrieve?
The future is yours, but the time to wake is now,
Before the weight of the crown makes the whole nation bow. Break the cycle of betrayal, end the rule of the thief, Turn the pages of sorrow into a new leaf.
For a life lived for gold is a story that dies,
But a life lived for country—that is the one that will rise.
This youths stand firm in the center of the flame,
Crying for justice, while the powerful mock their name.
They see the cracks in a system built on lies,
Which is why the ones on top fear the light in their eyes. Rizal called them "The Hope," the nation's rising sun, But why are they silenced before their fight has begun?
"Don't speak," they are told. "Keep your head to the floor," While the thieves haul the nation’s wealth out through the door.
Suitcases of cash, stolen right from the vault,
While the people are told that the rain is the fault.
Tax money bled from the poor man’s own hand,
Lines the pockets of those who are ruining the land.
Where is the "Flood Control" worth billions in gold?
Why are the streets still a river, exactly as foretold?
The budget evaporated like mist in the heat,
While the "hunchbacks" get fat on the bread that we eat.
Projects that look perfect on a signed piece of square, But when the floods come—there is nothing but air.
You try to choke the two who refuse to be blind,
Because you fear the truth they might help us to find.
You are terrified of the youth, of their courage and brain, Because they know that this country isn't your personal gain.
No matter how tight you grip them by the throat,
The tide is now turning—you’ve lost every vote.
"The future is yours, but it’s time to awake!"
Break down the walls for the country's own sake.
The nation's wealth is for the people, not for your greed, And the voice of the youth is the fire we need.
