Under the Table
For your heart is full of greed, in my land you intercede. Spewing flowers that breed, With its thorns I shall bleed.
Pulling reigns into motion, you do things without notion. You smother devotion, to void insurrection.
Freedom spoken but not seen, leaving us in in-between. Doubt rises from fake serene. This time, I shall intervene.
With a battle cry I fought, for freedom is what I sought. Reaching until it is caught, All efforts are not for naught.
It is not long ago that I was free, when once again you had me by my knee. You had tricked me to agree, Into a deal I can’t flee.
I just had overcome your invasion, yet you’re here with another intrusion. In strings you play my nation, whipping into submission.
With trust I had you accommodated, But with treachery you had me dominated. I suffer your exploitation without redress. Under your spell, your whims I was forced to address.
- Justine Quizon