Children of People

The people at the early days Fighting the foreign enemies Blood spills never they are ceased Until the death comes and they are still alive The people in time is practicing Islam Fighting in the field with no hiding arm Even the bitter bullets still sweet like sugar The tears run telling never in denial The people never lost in the language Until the fall of the power of the world The rise of the children of people The power of the country will get back once more! * * * ANAK BANGSA Neldy Jolo Bangsa sin awal yadtu Imatu ha satru dayuh Dugu naasag wa’ da nagamparu Sambil sadja liahad masi masambu Bangsa sin jaman nagaAgama Islam Nagbunu’ ha pantayan wa’ kimupal Misan pait lagtang punglu biya’ da sukal Anud luha himabal wa’ nagmasukkal Bangsa wa’ nalawa halaum bahasa Timu’gum sadja in kawasa dunya Pagsilak sin anak bangsa Kawasa sin hula’ magbalik da The English version above is taken from the poem written in Sinug Center Point, Sandakan, Sabah Awal Muharram 1, 1430 December 29, 2008. 3:30PM