Revolution is Struggle
The scorching heat of sun beat my skin as I enter the Commonwealth Avenue; I see colours of flags swaying with the rhythm of the wind, above all; the green flag caught my attention.
I breathed heavily as I approach the crowd. This may be my first time; afraid though, I have already made up my mind.
There’s no turning back, I heard the shout, shout of bravery and I ran with them,
Following the built of people in front of me, I lost inside the wave of shouts and agitation.
The stones fly above my head and I started to run; following the flow that crushing my body; I exhaled and gathered all the bravery I had and started to run towards the crowd of policemen.
I heard someone shout to retreat, so I followed, but upon looking at my back, I saw my companions lying on the street and this policemen who were supposed to protect them, are those who hurt them.
I never expect that I will become part of this unforgettable SONA of President Benigno Simeon Aquino III, I was there, I was one of those who shouted for the true ‘Tuwid na Daan’ his promise which a straight way that still blooded up to now.
All I ever wanted is to be heard, but those Policemen tried to stop me; when could I ever speak? When I know that I already can; if they won’t let me.