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The first document is a speech by Raul Manglapus accusing those who have oppressed the Filipino people for over 300 years of bondage and calling on them to grant land ownership to provide freedom and opportunity. If land is not granted, the speaker warns that the oppressed will rise up against their oppressors. The second document is a passionate speech calling on Filipinos, especially the youth, to take pride in their country and stand up against corruption and oppression in order to restore the Philippines to its former greatness. It laments how the nation and people's dignity have been degraded and calls for the country to rise up again.

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Oration Pieces

The first document is a speech by Raul Manglapus accusing those who have oppressed the Filipino people for over 300 years of bondage and calling on them to grant land ownership to provide freedom and opportunity. If land is not granted, the speaker warns that the oppressed will rise up against their oppressors. The second document is a passionate speech calling on Filipinos, especially the youth, to take pride in their country and stand up against corruption and oppression in order to restore the Philippines to its former greatness. It laments how the nation and people's dignity have been degraded and calls for the country to rise up again.

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ORATION PIECES

Land of Bondage, Land of the Free


by Raul Manglapus
No wonder then,/ that the tao,/ being a slave,/ has acquired the habits of a slave.// No wonder that after
three centuries in chains,/ without freedom,/ without hope,/ he should lose the erect and fearless posture
of the freeman/ and become the bent, misshapen,/ indolent/ vicious,/ pitiful thing that he is!// Who dares
accuse him,/ who dares rise up in judgment against this man,/ reduced to this subhuman level by three
centuries of oppression?// The tao does not come here tonight to be judged-// but to judge!// Hear then/ his
accusation and his sentence.//
I indict the Spanish encomendero// for inventing taxes impossible to bear:// I indict the usurer for saddling
me with debts impossible to pay.//
I indict the irresponsible radical leaders/ who undermine with insidious eloquence/ the confidence of my
kind in our government.//
You accuse me of not supporting my family.// Free me from bondage/ and I shall prove you false.//
You accuse me of ignorance.// But I am ignorant because my master finds it profitable to keep me
ignorant.// Free me from bondage / and I shall prove you false.//
You accuse me of indolence.// But I am indolent/ not because I have no will,./ but because I have no
hope.// Why should I labor/ if all the fruits of my labor/ go to pay an unpayable debt?// Free me from
bondage/ and I shall prove you false.//
Give me land.// Land to own.// Land ‘unbeholden to any tyrant.// Land that will be free.// Give me land
for I am starving.// Give me land that my children may not die.// Sell it to me,/ sell it to me at a fair price./
as one freeman sells to another/ and not as a usurer sells to a slave./// I am poor, / but I will pay it!// I will
work,/ work/ until I fall from weariness for my privileges,/ for my inalienable right to be free.//
BUT IF YOU WILL NOT GRANT ME THIS… // If you will not grant me this last request,/ this ultimate
demand,// then build a wall around your home//… build it // place a sentry on every parapet!… for I who
have been silent these three hundred years/ will come in the night when you are feasting,/ with my cry,
and my bolo at your door.// And may God/ have mercy on your soul.
Passionate Filipino Sentiments!
By JM Benavidez Estoque
From whence shall we trust? No one… but from ourselves! From whence shall we stand upon? No one…
but from our very own feet!
My dear fellow brethren… when would be the time for us to be strong! … To be independent among to
ourselves! When would be this right time when I see… when I see within ourselves, fellow brothers,
uniting for a common dream! … And sharing for a common goal!
Are we not tired enough to see our Filipino pride, that was once so called Pearl of the Orient, being
trampled, crushed and trodden? In our own very heart, is it not enough to see our beloved nation?- the
flesh of our flesh whose fervent desires runs our passions that had long been sleeping for centuries; a
sacred dignity … being just disgraced by ourselves? Whose from our pride blood stained with lies,
corruption and deception?!
When is the time for us to change?! When would be this proper time for us to soar again amidst the
greatness of our forefathers?!
Where are those bright minds? Where are those passionate hearts? Where are those who in their lives we
could see the love for one’s nation?!
Where are those, the youth? …The so-called bright morrows of our nation? Where are those brave hearts
whose deep in their veins lies the fervent honor and nationalism?! Where are you?! I’ve long been waiting
for you?!
How long can we endure, these deprived sentiments?... the burdens of our soul, the sorrows of the heart?!
How long can we bear, this stains that hath long been mortifying our passionate desires?! …The dream of
our dreams?
How long can we keep deep within our chaotic minds and long can we buried it in our confused hearts,
the laments, the mourning and the sufferings of our mother land?!
Oh! Rise ye nation! I pray thee! You must rise again! You are a child of Eden! In your blood runs the
cradle of noble heroes!
Oh rise thee, beloved mother! For long have you been suffered and enslaved, now must be the time… for
you to rise again! …and to soar again long of the deep bright clouds that long you’d been yearning!

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