Bud Dahu Forgotten Tale
By the high powered guns they were rowed
their bodies slain in the peak of the clouds
but their spirit remained unclothed
they were armed with honor and were proud
In the warfare never they failed
never in their hearts they wanted to submit
under their dead bodies they eternally live
the enemies were angered and many killed
From the narrow passage the enemies climbed
when the logs fell through the slopes of the mountain
the enemies died then called as a massacre
but many called it as a battle
They valiantly fought the colonizers
and even declared they are martyrs
later they were labeled as fierce terrorists
then martyrs of freedom is now called the killers
Perverted facts of their faith and fights
the politicians act like a child
the masters of the Kris will never be dead
until the Barung will come to death
Their blood still in the clouds
in the mountain their souls upheld
they became the symbol of hopes
until when the tale will be retold!
I love you peace. Let’s sail together. Layag Sug!
PS. The piece is dedicated to the Tausug Martyrs who fought to death in the peak of Bud Dahu on 7 March 1906.
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2015
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