Mindanao, Oh Mindanao
Pitiful land art thou
Once was a place of deliberate awe;
Now is considered a total fiasco.

“A peaceful scenery” as they say.
With Winds that sings and trees that sway,
full of seas, oceans, rivers and bays.
That’s how they call it not until today.

Sprinting, Running
avoiding once that kept on chasing.
Pointing, Shooting
killing the innocent lives without hesitating.

“Why?! Good Lord!” mourn by others.
Weeping for the loss of either parents, sons or daughters.
Wishing to wake up from just a reverie,
yet can never flee nor escape the reality.

Mindanao, oh Mindanao
pitiful land art thou.
Once filled with sugar-coated vows
yet now pertains a picture of fatal sorrow.