Old Defiant
Something's missing, my love, from my Philippines. Something vital.
Who knows her, my love?
These days, everybody seems to be living for themselves alone. It seems no one remembers her, my Anne. By this, she is grieved and therefore, draws further and further away into isolation.
For the spirit of Country, my love, is a spirit of self-belonging. It is a self-cognizant, collective sense of self. And the Republic form is a guardian to a people orphaned by war.
Thus, if the people are divided in their hearts against each other, they are scattered. And the people are scattered because of those distant and faded hearts; hearts that seem to no longer recognize the spirit of this Republic; hearts that have come to accept the rule of war.
Hence, the spirit of Country is diluted. And when there is no substance left in our remembrance, when there is no peace left to abide in our belonging, when there is no truth left to empower our will of Country, we shall cease to exist as a nation.
But while our history still fills the hunger in our souls, while there is yet a common longing for better days burning in our hearts, while there is yet those who remember and believe, while there is yet even a few who are brave and true, by the grace of Almighty God, war will never have us.
Truly, my nation, this is not a very good time for the spirit of war. For this is exactly why the colors of our own Country is called Old Defiant.
We have a choice. Let it mean something.
Let us defy division, let us defy corruption, let us defy poverty, let us defy evil and prosper, my fellow Filipino compatriots - together this time.
Let us defend where we must and leave all else to the invulnerable, omnipotent defense of the LORD, our God.
Mabuhay ang Pilipinas. God bless us all.
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