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The guns spoke out again. And blood was spilt
By brother killing brother by your shrine.
Unwitting pawns of those who cloak their guilt
With pharisaical, messianic design.
With forked tongues and gilded utterances
Vending the rule of the few who live by the gun
While peoples in other lands and circumstances
By peaceful means, have despots on the run.
That it should come to this, in this, your own
Your favored isles amid the Orient seas.
Too soon, they spurn the freedoms we have known.
And won by protracted toil and bended knees!
The eve of your day, the guns were silenced! With ease!
Our Lady of EDSA! With you, we'll keep the Peace!
12 December 1989