The pages of time is rending fast
Leaving yesterday a muted past
And though history would stay and speak
And to guide us of which road to take
To a few, it merely means nothing
But a script telling the unseen thing
But, what are we with no yesterday?
Who are we without a history?
Will our life be on a seamless path - or
Dwell in a society with no wrath?
For without history we are blind
So unaware of what lies beyond
Today, others speak of legacy
But, do not respect ones dignity
They are conceited individuals
Who think that they are of good morals
Even though they committed misdeeds
In their minds, they’re sowing the good seeds
History will tell of what we are
And in the past where we had gone far
It’s not we who will speak for ourselves
Or tell someone what we deserve
The future generation will speak
If in the past we were strong or weak
(05/06/2012, Manila)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem