I Am A Filipino

I am a Filipino
by Brainard Joseph T. Pavon
I
I am blessed to live in a peaceful place,
where beauty is in, where love can't be erased.
I am proud of my blood; I am proud of my race;
I am a Filipino, clever to fix a maze.
II
I am born in a country of courage and integrity,
It is my honor to live with full dignity,
I am raised in a culture of trust and honesty,
I will remain loyal to all, oh how I love my country.
III
Our heroes shed their blood to save our nation,
They remained standing despite the condemnation.
Some fought silently; some fought with lamentation;
But none of them gave up to save their generation.
IV
I may not have a sword as sharp as others have,
But I have a heart that won't get tired to love.
I may not have guns to fire bullets,
but I have God from up above.
V
I am A Filipino; I love the Philippines,
I am ready to die for my country through the service of excellent
I will obey the laws and protect its essence
oh God, pave the way, shower me with your presence.
My Last Farewell Let the sun draw the vapors up to the sky,
And heavenward in purity bear my tardy protest;
Farewell, dear Fatherland, clime of the sun Let some kind soul o’er my untimely fate sigh,
caress’d, And in the still evening a prayer be lifted on high
Pearl of the Orient seas, our Eden lost! From thee, O my country, that in God I may rest.
Gladly now I go to give thee this faded life’s best,
And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest, Pray for all those that hapless have died,
Still would I give it thee, nor count the cost. For all who have suffered the unmeasur’d pain;
For our mothers that bitterly their woes have cried,
On the field of battle, ‘mid the frenzy of fight, For widows and orphans, for captives by torture
Others have given their lives, without doubt or tried;
heed; And then for thyself that redemption thou mayst
The place matters not–cypress or laurel or lily gain.
white,
Scaffold of open plain, combat or martyrdom’s And when the dark night wraps the graveyard
plight, around,
‘Tis ever the same, to serve our home and With only the dead in their vigil to see;
country’s need. Break not my repose or the mystery profound,
And perchance thou mayst hear a sad hymn
I die just when I see the dawn break, resound;
Through the gloom of night, to herald the day; ‘Tis I, O my country, raising a song unto thee.
And if color is lacking my blood thou shalt take,
Pour’d out at need for thy dear sake, When even my grave is remembered no more,
To dye with its crimson the waking ray. Unmark’d by never a cross nor a stone;
Let the plow sweep through it, the spade turn it
My dreams, when life first opened to me, o’er,
My dreams, when the hopes of youth beat high, That my ashes may carpet thy earthly floor,
Were to see thy lov’d face, O gem of the Orient Before into nothingness at last they are blown.
sea,
From gloom and grief, from care and sorrow free; Then will oblivion bring to me no care,
No blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eye As over thy vales and plains I sweep;
Throbbing and cleansed in thy space and air,
Dream of my life, my living and burning desire, With color and light, with song and lament I fare,
All hail! cries the soul that is now to take flight; Ever repeating the faith that I keep.
All hail! And sweet it is for thee to expire;
To die for thy sake, that thou mayst aspire; My Fatherland ador’d, that sadness to my sorrow
And sleep in thy bosom eternity’s long night. lends,
Beloved Filipinas, hear now my last good-by!
If over my grave some day thou seest grow, I give thee all: parents and kindred and friends;
In the grassy sod, a humble flower, For I go where no slave before the oppressor
Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so, bends,
While I may feel on my brow in the cold tomb below Where faith can never kill, and God reigns e’er on
The touch of thy tenderness, thy breath’s warm high!
power.
Farewell to you all, from my soul torn away,
Let the moon beam over me soft and serene, Friends of my childhood in the home dispossessed!
Let the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes, Give thanks that I rest from the wearisome day!
Let the wind with sad lament over me keen; Farewell to thee, too, sweet friend that lightened my
And if on my cross a bird should be seen, way;
Let it trill there its hymn of peace to my ashes. Beloved creatures all, farewell! In death there is
rest!
To My Muse Go thou, too, O Muse, depart,
Other regions fairer find;
Invoked no longer is the Muse, For my land but offers art
The lyre is out of date; For the laurel, chains that bind,
The poets it no longer use, For a temple, prisons blind.
And youth its inspiration now imbues
With other form and state. But before thou leavest me, speak:
Tell me with thy voice sublime,
If today our fancies aught Thou couldst ever from me seek
Of verse would still require, A song of sorrow for the weak,
Helicon’s hill remains unsought; Defiance to the tyrant’s crime.
And without heed we but inquire,
Why the coffee is not brought.
In the place of thought sincere

That our hearts may feel,
We must seize a pen of steel,
And with verse and line severe
Fling abroad a jest and jeer.
Muse, that in the past inspired me,

And with songs of love hast fired me;
Go thou now to dull repose,
For today in sordid prose
I must earn the gold that hired me.
Now must I ponder deep,

Meditate, and struggle on;
E’en sometimes I must weep;
For he who love would keep
Great pain has undergone.
Fled are the days of ease,

The days of Love’s delight;
When flowers still would please
And give to suffering souls surcease
From pain and sorrow’s blight.
One by one they have passed on,

All I loved and moved among;
Dead or married—from me gone,
For all I place my heart upon
By fate adverse are stung.

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I am a Filipino

by Brainard Joseph T. Pavon

In the place of thought sincere

Muse, that in the past inspired me,

Now must I ponder deep,

Fled are the days of ease,

One by one they have passed on,

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