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Pag-ibig sa Tinubuang Lupa
ni Andres Bonifacio

Aling pag-ibig pa ang hihigit kaya
Sa pagkadalisay at pagkadakila
Gaya ng pag-ibig sa tinub’ang lupa?
Aling pag-ibig pa? Wala na nga, wala…

Walang mahalagang hindi inihandog
Ng may pusong mahal sa Bayang kumupkop;
Dugo, yaman, dunong, katiisa’t pagod,
Buhay ma’y abuting magkalagot-lagot…

Sa kaniya’y utang ang unang pagtanggap
Ng simoy ng hanging nagbigay-lunas
Sa inis na puso na sisinghap-singhap
Sa balong malalim ng siphayo’t hirap…

Ang nangakarang panahon ng aliw
Ang inaasahang araw na darating
Ng pagkatimawa ng mga alipin,
Liban pa sa bayan saan tatanghalin?…

Kung ang bayang ito’y nasasapanganib
At siya ay dapat ipagtangkilik
Ang anak, asawa, magulang, kapatid
Isang tawag niya’y tatalikdang pilit…

Nasaan ang dangal ng mga Tagalog?
Nasaan ang dugong dapat na ibuhos?
Baya’y inaapi, bakit di kumilos
At natitilihang ito’y mapanood?…

Kayong mga dukhang walang tanging [palad]
Kundi ang mabuhay sa dalita’t hirap
Ampunin ang Bayan kung nasa ay lunas
Pagkat ang ginhawa niya ay sa lahat.

Ipaghandog-handog ang buong pag-ibig,
Hangang sa may dugo’y ubusing itigis,
Kung sa pagtatanggol buhay ay [mapatid]
Ito’y kapalaran at tunay na langit.

Ang Kabataan Noon at Ngayon

Ang kabataan noon at ngayonay may maliit lamang na puwang sa kanilang pagkakalayo sa kilos, gawi, ugali, pananamit, damdamin at iba pang bagay. Sinasabing ang mga kabataan noon ay higit na magalang, masunurin at mabait di-tulad ng mga kabataan ngayon. Lubhang taimtim sa puso’t isipan nila ang kanilang ginagawa; sa kabilang dako, ang kabataan ngayon ay may mapagwalang-bahalang saloobin. Lalong masinop sa pag-aayos ng katawan at pananamit at lubhang matapat sa pagsunod sa batas ang mga kabataan noon, kaya wika nga, ang kabataan noon ay hubog sa pangaral at kababaang- loob at ang asal ay ipinagmamalaki ng lahat.

Kaiba naman ang mga kabataan ngayon. Mulat sila sa makabagong panahon kaya higit na maunlad sa pangangatwiran na kung magkaminsan ay napagkakamalang pagwawalang-galang sa kapwa. Lubhang mapangahas sa mga gawin at mahilig sa maraming uri ng paglilibang. Napakatayog ng mga mithiin nila at higit na maunlad ang tunguhin. Marami rin ang magkasimbat at magkasinsipag sa mga kabataan noon at ngayon.

Ang kabataan noon at ngayon ay pag-asa ng bayan natin. Kapwa sila makabayan, mapagmahal, matulungin sa mga kaangkan at may mga mithiin a buhay. Ang pagkakaiba ay ayon sa lakad ng panahon. Hindi ba’t mayroon tayong “Sampung Lider na mga Kabataan” na pinipili taun-taon? Sila ang saksi sa ating pinakamahuhusay na kabataan noon at ngayon.

Kabataan:Isang Pagtatanong
ni C.C Marquez, Jr.

Ako, ikaw…kayo…sila…tayong mga kabataan,
Saan natin ihahatid itong ating inang batan?
Sa altar ba ng pag-asa o sa bibig ng kabiguan
Sa paanan ba ng langit o bunganga ng libingan?
Dapat tayong manghilakbot…dapat tayong kilabutan
Sa lahat ng pangyayaring nagaganap ng hayagan…
Unti-unting naglalaho nang di natin nalalaman
Ang sariling tatak natin bilang Perlas ng Silangan;

Kilos natin at damdamin…ang kultura’t kabuhayan,
Dahan-dahang nalalagom ng masakim na dayuhan!

Nanaisin pa ba natin ang magbalik ang panahon
Ng nabaon na sa limot na duguang mga taon…?
Noong tayong mga kabataan ay may pusong nag-aapoy
At wala ng hinahangad kundi gulo’t rebolusyon?
Sa kumpas ng paarala’y nais pa ba natin ngayong
Maglagay ng barikada’t magdaos ng demonstrasyon?
Di ba’t dahas ay sa dahas sumugpong na lubos noon
Upang ganap na sikangan ang sa baya’y nagsusulsol?
Kabataan…kabataan…ako nayo’y nagtatanong:
Saan natin ihahatid itong ating henerasyon?

Papayagan kaya natin sa sarili nating bansa,
Ang sariling tatak nati’t kakanyahan ay mawala?
Sa kultura ng dayuhang dito ngayo’y bumabaha,
Ang sariling kalinanga’y lulunurin na rin kaya?
Ang malagim na kahapong dugo’t luha ang napunla
Bakit ngayong susupling na saka tayo nagpabaya?
Ang aral ni Dr.Rizal na tayo’y pag-asa nga,
Bakit ngayo’y aral pa ring matupad ni bahagya?
Sa paningin ng daigdig, dapat tayong mangahiya-
Pilipinong naturingan ay dayuhan ang kamukha!

Ikaw kaya’y isang bulag at hindi mo nakikita
Ang talamak na pagyurak sa sarili mong kultura?
Sa harap ng telebisyon panatag kang nakatawa
At ni hindi ka mapaknit kung dayuhan ang programa
Ang likas mong panooring makulay na zarzuela,
Ngayo’y nagging video tapes at Betamax sa tuwina
Ang tamis ng tulain mo at kundimng pangharana,
Pinalitan mo ng disco, ng swing, ng rock, boogie;
Dumilat ka, kabataan…ang lahi mo’y nakukuha
Ng dayuhang sa bansa mo’y nagpapanggap na turista!

Ang agwat ng talastasan ng magulang at anak,
Hindi mo ba napapansing kaylawak ng isang agwat?
Dumaraan ang maghapo’t lumilipas ang magdamag,
Ni putol mang dayalogo’y hindi kayo nakabigkas;
Kahit isang problema mo…sa kanila’y di naungkat,
Kaya ito’y nananatiling suliraning hindi malutas…
Papaano, tayong bunso’y sa lansangan nagpupuyat
Sila namang ama at ina’y sa Gawain nagbababad;
Ah! Sa aba ng Maykapal… kapag ito’y di nagwakas,
Wawasakin ang pamilya’t ang bansa mo’y malalansag.

Ikaw, ako…kayo, sila… dapat tayong mangag-isip,
Itong ating Inang Baya’y saan natin ihahatid?
Sa altar ba ng pag-asa o libingang sakdal lamig?
Sakuko ng kabiguan o tagumpay na marukit?
Tayong mga kabataan ang pag-asa ng daigdig,
Sa magulang at ninuno’y tayong lahat ang magpapalit

Ang kultura’t kabuhayan ay linanging buong higpit
Upang tayo’y makalaya sa dayuhang mapanggipit;
Isang bansa… Isang diwa ang sati’y bumibigkis,
Tayo’y mga kabataan… Pilipino bawat saglit!

I Am A Filipino
by Carlos P. Romulo, former Secretary-General of the United Nations

I am a Filipino – inheritor of a glorious past, hostage to the uncertain future. As such I must prove equal to a two-fold task- the task of meeting my responsibility to the past, and the task of performing my obligation to the future. I sprung from a hardy race – child of many generations removed of ancient Malayan pioneers. Across the centuries, the memory comes rushing back to me: of brown-skinned men putting out to sea in ships that were as frail as their hearts were stout. Over the sea I see them come, borne upon the billowing wave and the whistling wind, carried upon the mighty swell of hope- hope in the free abundance of new land that was to be their home and their children’s forever.

This is the land they sought and found. Every inch of shore that their eyes first set upon, every hill and mountain that beckoned to them with a green and purple invitation, every mile of rolling plain that their view encompassed, every river and lake that promise a plentiful living and the fruitfulness of commerce, is a hallowed spot to me.

By the strength of their hearts and hands, by every right of law, human and divine, this land and all the appurtenances thereof – the black and fertile soil, the seas and lakes and rivers teeming with fish, the forests with their inexhaustible wealth in wild life and timber, the mountains with their bowels swollen with minerals – the whole of this rich and happy land has been, for centuries without number, the land of my fathers. This land I received in trust from them and in trust will pass it to my children, and so on until the world is no more.

I am a Filipino. In my blood runs the immortal seed of heroes – seed that flowered down the centuries in deeds of courage and defiance. In my veins yet pulses the same hot blood that sent Lapulapu to battle against the alien foe that drove Diego Silang and Dagohoy into rebellion against the foreign oppressor.

That seed is immortal. It is the self-same seed that flowered in the heart of Jose Rizal that morning in Bagumbayan when a volley of shots put an end to all that was mortal of him and made his spirit deathless forever; the same that flowered in the hearts of Bonifacio in Balintawak, of Gergorio del Pilar at Tirad Pass, of Antonio Luna at Calumpit; that bloomed in flowers of frustration in the sad heart of Emilio Aguinaldo at Palanan, and yet burst fourth royally again in the proud heart of Manuel L. Quezon when he stood at last on the threshold of ancient Malacañang Palace, in the symbolic act of possession and racial vindication.

The seed I bear within me is an immortal seed. It is the mark of my manhood, the symbol of dignity as a human being. Like the seeds that were once buried in the tomb of Tutankhamen many thousand years ago, it shall grow and flower and bear fruit again. It is the insigne of my race, and my generation is but a stage in the unending search of my people for freedom and happiness.

I am a Filipino, child of the marriage of the East and the West. The East, with its languor and mysticism, its passivity and endurance, was my mother, and my sire was the West that came thundering across the seas with the Cross and Sword and the Machine. I am of the East, an eager participant in its struggles for liberation from the imperialist yoke. But I also know that the East must awake from its centuried sleep, shape of the lethargy that has bound his limbs, and start moving where destiny awaits.

For, I, too, am of the West, and the vigorous peoples of the West have destroyed forever the peace and quiet that once were ours. I can no longer live, being apart from those whose world now trembles to the roar of bomb and cannon shot. For no man and no nation is an island, but a part of the main, there is no longer any East and West – only individuals and nations making those momentous choices that are hinges upon which history resolves.

At the vanguard of progress in this part of the world I stand – a forlorn figure in the eyes of some, but not one defeated and lost. For through the thick, interlacing branches of habit and custom above me I have seen the light of the sun, and I know that it is good. I have seen the light of justice and equality and freedom and my heart has been lifted by the vision of democracy, and I shall not rest until my land and my people shall have been blessed by these, beyond the power of any man or nation to subvert or destroy.

I am a Filipino, and this is my inheritance. What pledge shall I give that I may prove worthy of my inheritance? I shall give the pledge that has come ringing down the corridors of the centuries, and it shall be compounded of the joyous cries of my Malayan forebears when they first saw the contours of this land loom before their eyes, of the battle cries that have resounded in every field of combat from Mactan to Tirad pass, of the voices of my people when they sing:

Land of the Morning,Child of the sun returning…Ne’er shall invaders, trample thy sacred shore.

Out of the lush green of these seven thousand isles, out of the heartstrings of sixteen million* people all vibrating to one song, I shall weave the mighty fabric of my pledge. Out of the songs of the farmers at sunrise when they go to labor in the fields; out of the sweat of the hard-bitten pioneers in Mal-ig and Koronadal; out of the silent endurance of stevedores at the piers and the ominous grumbling of peasants in Pampanga; out of the first cries of babies newly born and the lullabies that mothers sing; out of the crashing of gears and the whine of turbines in the factories; out of the crunch of ploughs upturning the earth; out of the limitless patience of teachers in the classrooms and doctors in the clinics; out of the tramp of soldiers marching, I shall make the pattern of my pledge:

“I am a Filipino born of freedom and I shall not rest until freedom shall have been added unto my inheritance – for myself and my children’s children – forever.