Here stand the solemn crosses all in white
Beneath the heat of the tropical sun
Reminders of many gallant fight
From Mactan to the hill of Bataan.
No sighs, no cries, nor murmurs do we hear
From underneath their resting places cold
But in their unseeing eyes is a tear.
Of pity for our oppression's unfold.
Of exposure many and corruption headlined
The known and unknown heroes seem to say,
Our untimely deaths must have been in vain
Meaningless to our people of today.
We suffered much so you our countrymen
May live in peace, from enslavement free
But nothing has changed the tyranny seen.
Since our time to this very day.
So the tear in our eye but ne'er a sigh
We shed in our cold and forgotten graves
Mutely prayer the better day be nigh
When you will break your shackles as new slaves.
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