This Land from Walang Hiya by Stress Positions

Does the suffering of blood lines

My brother does not know

Fall upon my shoulders

Cause I was born in our home


Across The great expanse of ocean

Of blood and tears

Did I waste away the hard earned existence?

With no return?



But this land was never our land

Ripped from the innocent hands it belongs to

Infested by those who seek pain and power



Born with a gift.

Blessed with culture.

Rich with passion and an excess of strength.

The hope for a better life brings us here.



Across The great expanse of ocean

Of blood and tears

Did I waste away the hard earned existence?

With no return?



A societal standard implemented

to suppress and shatter

Corrosive and damning

Manipulated to be the way you want me to be

Faced with a reality

I can no longer see

Ideology of dead slave masters is no life for me



Born with a gift. Blessed with culture.

Rich with passion and an excess of strength.

The hope for a better life brings us here.

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