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.
The Adobo Chronicles 
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