Viva
voice of the nation
"Punitin ang inyong mga sedula!"
Bonifacio's voice echoed into the night, reverberating deep within our hearts, igniting a flame that had been snuffed out. We had enough of these Spaniards. They were the vermin, corrupting the land with their incessant demands, filling their pockets with ill-earned money, and sitting leisurely behind the curtains while we tirelessly work at the fields. A revolution was at hand, a chance to fight back against the real savages.
As the scattered remains of ćedulas were swept by the rain, our voices molded the most defining moment in history, "Viva Filipinas! Viva la Independencia Filipina!"
Bonifacio's voice echoed into the night, reverberating deep within our hearts, igniting a flame that had been snuffed out. We had enough of these Spaniards. They were the vermin, corrupting the land with their incessant demands, filling their pockets with ill-earned money, and sitting leisurely behind the curtains while we tirelessly work at the fields. A revolution was at hand, a chance to fight back against the real savages.
As the scattered remains of ćedulas were swept by the rain, our voices molded the most defining moment in history, "Viva Filipinas! Viva la Independencia Filipina!"