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Walang mali sa protesta, kaya may protesta kasi may mali. You could not hear a pin drop in the waves of voices demanding justice. In this unified stand against corruption, courage and bravery aren't the only ones being poured out; squeeze through and listen to the declarations exclaiming for equity across seas of people officials will drown in. Amplified with microphones and speakers, voice boxes are no longer chained to silence and slaves to perturbation. Look into the eyes that the fabric of sugar-coated fraud will never again blind. Read each sign lettered with the bawl of righteousness in every stroke. And feel the calloused hands that are no longer tethered to the sweet lies, but now raising the calls for truth that have been deprived of light for far too long. This is not just any rally—this is a fight between Filipinos against Filipinos. Fire us with your water cannons all you can; however, you will never put out the flame that burns inside every fighting Filipino. Try silencing us, if you dare; it's a tell-tale sign you already lost. The claws of the inferno that you lit up will not submit to the leash of subservience. Do you see the harmony of rallies throughout the country? That's the unity you could not uphold. "Negosyo o kalayaan? Pumili ka!" has never hit home this hard. Times may change, but the same problems just resurface. You could not expect that the bullet fired had come from the same man you called ally. The open wound gnaws deep from the alcohol of tactless public service that 'cleans' to inhibit infection that came from the hands of those who're 'for the common.' Activism has never been terrorism. It's a wake-up holler for those sleeping in their chairs inside Malacañang, for people who'd rather cut their ears than listen. The clamor of the trillion peso march is not the song you may have requested during your glamorous dinner parties—it's a symphony you must hear. Heed the shouts you call noise, and the whisper of Lupang Hinirang bellows loud and proud. This is the spirit of bayanihan fleeing free from the cage of misery. Luneta is crowded with thousands. Is Rizal seeing this? A new generation of revolution has been born, not in opposition to colonizers but against the morality and common sense of the corrupted, not with artillery but with the freedom of expression. As long as hearts continue to beat and the tri-colored flag continues to fly in the pristine oceanic sky, the Philippines is for the Filipinos. So tell me, Pilipinas, do you hear your people sing?