Bayan Ko

      

My Country

My country, the Philippines,
Land of gold and flowers
With love in her palms
She offered beauty and splendour.
And for her refinement and beauty,
Foreigners were enticed.
My Country, you were enslaved
Mired in suffering.

 
Even birds that are free to fly
Cage them and they shall cry,
How much more for country so beautiful
Would She not yearn to be free?
My Philippines that I treasure,
Cradle of tears and poverty,
My aspiration is,
To see you truly free!

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