History May Never Repeat Itself

i knew something which from the start is true
as wide as the sky is blue.
even before i was set to exist,
then i remember a Romeo and Juliet scene i can't resist:

a place "for which we call a rose"
where birds flock for a pose.
'til the horizons meet
and the drums starts for the beat.

beyond the steep, rocky mountains
starts the supreme sovereigns
a pure ancient treasure
under earth is protected for future.

a land so innocent and promising
had long gone with multiple wars and invading.
the obstacle race i called
first chained with Spaniards' hand so cold.

next in line, as the puppet of Japanese.
warm and moist stink the breeze.
finally, the Americans arrived
offered education, so the we survived.

decades of chaos and bloodshed
numerous dead, ceased and fled.
despite doomed, heroes and heroins born
there grew hope and faith that once was torn.

a small piece of vast summit
that those aliens encroach more than the limit.
hungry for power!
hiding inside their metal masks and soldier.

and as a single ray of sunlight appeared,
traveling fast for new days neared
way back from disastrous catastrophe
bring the cries and woes of our ancestry.

bearing weapons may be crucial
for they fought not only for survival.
revolution may seem a vengeance
just to raise the flag of independence.

now that new age has come
i rise form bed, i see the sun
on promised land i stare
no lives again to spare.