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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 © | Year Posted 2015




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