Jose Rizal Epic Poem Essay

A natural hero was born on 1861His name was Jose RizalA gifted child who studied foreign languagesThis outstanding hero was the founder of La Liga Filipina.During his lifetime there was a warThe Philippines was shattered to the ground..Many uprisings were fought against the SpaniardsAll of it failed until the Noble Jose Rizal came.His divine weapon was not a sword nor a gunBut a sm every last(predicate) pen. A pen so owing(p) it united the Filipinos.His words inspired the hearts of allIt spread all over the country like a wild fireThe Spaniards heard it just like a wind whispering to themThey locked Jose Rizal in a dark tiny chamber in a basementThey tortured him.. Oh poor sir Jose Rizal..Yet his hated grows and burns within his soulThe Filipinos mean to free himThey had worked so hard.. and it succeededJose sighed.. What a beautiful sightBut he said Ill stay here to represent our nationAndres Bonifacio another great hero said.. Are you sure Jose?And Jose replied with all my hear t yes I am..The Spaniards came with an army so greatThey have to leave Jose Rizal to the hands of the Evil SpaniardsThey confine him with a great heavy chainsTormented his life for trying to escapeAnd one day the government ordered his deathHis death day was on December 30, 1896There he was standing alone under the heavy rainBehind him a hundred bomber to shoot him dead.The leader yelled Fire and then a gun echoed in the area,the Heroic Jose Rizal was shot in the back.. his eye sight blurred for the last timeHe mat up the pain starts to erupt up to his spinehe breathe for the very last timeHe looked up into the misty skycollapsing facing the gunmanThere he was lying dead on the bloody groundThe Clouds weeps for his deathAll the Filipinos who watched him get shot screamed NoHis death inflamed the hearts of the Filipinos