In the shadows of colonial might,
Where silence spoke louder than cries,
A voice emerged, longing for light,
From the depths of oppression’s lies.

Rizal’s pen, a beacon so bright,
Through pages, the truth was unfurled,
“Noli Me Tangere,” a fight,
For freedom in a suffering world.

The wounds of history laid bare,
In the heart of a nation’s pain,
A cry for justice and care,
In the chains of tyranny’s reign.

Yet hope whispered in the night,
Of a dawn where liberty sings,
“Touch Me Not,” a sacred right,
To break free from the cruel strings.