Rizal on Wilhelmsfeld, GermanyThe sword may win but the pen triumphs always,
Blood may spill and stain the hallways,
Its immaculate whiteness gone forever,
Ennobling your death for us to remember.
You fought the tyrants, to whom we before kneel
And raised your head to look beyond the Hill,
Blindly we followed the glitter of their gold,
We who are lesser in heart and old.
We do not seek power, wealth and fame
Else like in yesterday's bandwagon we’re same,
If only to find ourselves far from future’s bleak,
Shackled and bound, voiceless and meek.
Shine, shine in the hearts of the old and young,
That they may beat a path to far beyond,
And follow your life, your dream, your footprint,
With faith, with hope, with your spirit. ~
Light from the Old Arch, AVR-UST
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