Basilan, the basin of Moro’s fresh breath
Wide expanse of banana, land’s breadth
Your youth arise
The elderly and wise
Its beaches beckon
of a new day. Masses summon
Wade here, remove the stress
boats stream, away from the mess
tell your story, don’t let them hijack your memory
You’re headlines not the blood
But the smiles, the sun , of farmers treading in mud.
Write your poetry, sing your song
Mother’s heroes, the exploits of long
The white spots on the face
The mystics on your maze
The woven of a mat
Are the tales , lullabys we hear,thru we sat
Hum hum hum
Beat to the hearts drum
Basilan you’re time has come
Believe, achieve, you lead.
