Oh, Rizal, hear our plea
For in our country's reality
The corrupt grow more powerful
As the elders become boastful
Pinned down condescendingly
By others buzzing like bees
With this ignorance that doesn't die
We feel that we can only try
But we will fight even as we cry
Our voices put down, may it never be pried
Away from the truth, we are shied
Now await our pent-up battle cry
We will march along the over-trodden streets
Along with the sound of where our hearts beat
For justice and for fairness
We bear your wish with gladness
Response poem to Jose Rizal's "A la Juventud Filipina" written in the Classic Style.