The Land of Promise

In the realm of promise, Mindanao stands, My native land, where dreams are born, Yet soaked in innocent blood, her soil cries, The promises many, yet few are done. Amidst shadows they appear, Stealthy, cunning warriors here, Professed men of righteous might, Yet their masks obscure the light. In the cloak of faith they stand, Deceitful hearts, a darkened brand, Their decency, a veil untrue, Innocent blood they'll soon imbue. Beware the wolves in shepherd's guise, Their twisted souls, a grave surprise, For under virtue's guise they creep, Betraying trust, their secrets keep. Anguish pierces deep, on starry nights, In cities or woods, a haunting sound, Guns' bark and lights that shimmer bright, Tear peace apart and hopes are frowned. Is there a glimmer of hope for tomorrow, When will wails of sorrow finally cease? Praying for our children and their kin, A chance for life in a land of lasting peace.