Oh, Maharlika! I pity the mentally colonized inhabitants of your lush green lands and heavenly blue waters.
You were once;
The real-life Garden of Eden that was coveted by thousands of civilizations that tried to eradicate its existence.
Academy of the wise and fortress of the brave.
Where masters are more loyal to their slaves.
Land of the thousand warriors that shed their own blood for freedom and justice.
The once pure and unalloyed culture that flourished into the peak of uniqueness until their adulteration.
Land of the literates before the hideous conquistadores obliterated your significant history.
Mountains of everlasting gold that the relentless dragons and power hungry bald eagles war against each other just to loot it.
Tower of solid justice and order until the self-centered leaders had brought you down.
Salubrious ancient Maharlikan children that onced played on your grounds now cries for hunger and agony.
Fresh rivers with wonderful fishes are now waters of poison and death.
Temples of society, and huts of prosperity are now ruins filled with debris.
--May the chosen descendants of this once great civilization replenish its legacy again. Someday...
