
I shall die upon my land, clinging to her with my empty stomach, my weary body, and a heart still vast enough to love her through every wound! I will not leave her. I will never leave her. Let them do their worst. Let them rain fire and claim power. Still, I remain. I will marry a woman of this soil, and together we shall raise children with resistance in their blood — defiant, fearless, free. We will be the thorn in your throat, and in the throats of those who come after you. You will never find peace on this land. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. No matter how many of us you kill, No matter how long you starve us, No matter how much you burn, bomb, and break — This land will never bow to you. Let the dogs of the earth crawl to your side. Let the cowards among us sell their tongues and silence their hearts. Let the world forget our names and bury our stories beneath its shame. Still, you will not take what is not yours. Not while there is breath in our lungs. Not while our feet touch this soil. Not while we remember who we are. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸



























