Beneath the shadowed prison’s gate,

A tale of mercy, cruel, and late.

Three leaders carved her path anew,

Injustice fought, her hopes construe.

Noynoy’s plea, a fervent cry,

Stayed the hand that sought to try.

In foreign lands, her life he spared,

A mother’s anguish, he deeply cared.

Then came Duterte, cold and stern,

A leader’s voice, yet none to turn.

The go-signal given, the silence loud,

A chapter bleak, a heavy shroud.

But tides must shift, and time must tell,

The hands of fate, the prison’s knell.

Bongbong’s steps, a path unbarred,

Her homeward journey, no longer marred.

Mary Jane walks, her spirit whole,

A nation holds her weary soul.

Through years of pain, her story speaks,

Of justice sought, and hope that peaks.