Don’t fret, my countrymen

Illustrated by: Vincent Flores

I do not want to live in fear and see my countrymen engulfed by the tyranny of my oppressor,

I do not want to see the day where the air lays soft whispers of screams to which I have decided to ignore due to my nescience.

I do not wish to walk down an alley deluged by the eyes at bay so scarily staring at me.

I do not want it,

To regret the day where the walls are the only one that could seek justice.

And with this I will not fret,

I shall not—for my countrymen needs it.

To stand tall despite odds,

As our hero stood barefoot with umpteen of blood on his grave,

This is what he asked of us.