Various types of people reside in my country.
Some have a dim outlook of a favorable possibility,
The other anticipates a glorious opportunity.
Will they ever reach unity?
In my country, there lies an opportunity door;
The pessimists deem it with great abhor.
They don't believe it will be fully opened anymore.
They had already lost their fervor.
My eyes cannot unsee
How the greedy wrecked my country.
Fraught with selfishness and apathy,
They manacled their hands and pretended they can't see
My heart cannot bear
How the wicked peeps say a prayer,
Yet vanity is all they can share
Along with pompous statements, only a fool would care.
How depressing to see
People who can't do good for my country.
They have, indeed, a dim view of a favorable possibility.
They chose not to fully open the door of opportunity.
Right now, I feel uneasy
But knowing that there are still optimists make me cheery.
I am hopeful they can induce lucidity
And galvanize breakthroughs in my beloved country.
I gape with great admiration—
The buoyant folks who fight society's ills without trepidation.
They keep the citizens from further affliction
And make sure that no one will fall into a state of annihilation.
They are worthy of being recognized;
The heroes who represent the marginalized,
The valiant who became the voice of the disenfranchised,
And the wise who made the misinformed apprised.
They are deserving of being in the spotlight;
The volunteers who advocate for a cause without a fright,
The youths who chose to lead with all their might,
And the people who stand for what is right.
Various types of people reside in my country:
There are good, bad, and even ugly
I hope they will meet halfway and reach unity
To open the door of glorious opportunity.