Mindanao: The land of the Free
even the star blinks to see the island with
a doming dust blew from the pacific
ocean, and the whiten cumulus clouds
showered the scatter archipelagoes
of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao
white beaches floored the virgin
inlets of cliff, driven along the sea coast
with the white Celica and golden pebbles
rust along the dunes of sand in a
formation of kaleidoscopic design by
its natural nature poise
home of the its largest forest, birth place of
the famous monkey eating eagle, hibernation
lair of the world venomous snake of the
world, inhabitant of great ethno linguistic
people of the past and the land of promise
of the mai of the pre-historic period
never conquer in the past, struggle in the
present and the winner of the future, the
archipelago that emerges the backdoor of
history of the Philippine republic, the
source of the spirit of freedom enthusiast
amongst Filipino of today's quest
as the nature comes to convey, the dwelling
place of harmony, its flower grow and the
the birds fly in a zooming speed to know the
blowing wind in the island of Mindanao
come and live the ambiance of the birth of the
people who live the dignity of its destiny, the
faith that hold on, the hope that build to pursue
and the aspiration to live for a wonderful
Mindanao as a Nation
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Mindanao: A Portrait and the Perspective
self is the agent of peace, the covenant of harmony
welcome the elements of respect, understanding
and hope where by the birth of the culture of peace
will always reign in our hearts
Mindanao the back door, the land of promise and
the Jews past dream of exodus, lives now the fear
of survival, the struggle that hamper its progress
and development
the Mindanao inhabitant, lives fear at the border in
everyone's hearts, fight survival face to face with a
turmoil of winning our dignity, never the fighting
spirit we possess in our soul have leave and capture
the sting and the pangs of death, for we are the
people who have always seen the future
the Mindanaon accept what fate brings, it's the faith
that shields us to joint and unite what ever adversities
may come, the strength and the pendulum of fight
leads every force to find new style and solution of
winning our struggle, for we never lost hope but
instead with open mind to pursue favorable ways to
attain of what is love
day to days we dream of, what is the picture of
tomorrow, and year after years the citizen have attain
the covenant of peace amongst people who believed
that there is still future await in the end of the horizon
a raise Mindanao, the final day has yet to come the
dawning light, had just welcome the morning bless,
and the star above wonder the universe exclaim
that, what ever the heart believes the soul can achieve
live and stand Mindanao forwards to your call, for we
are now to close to reach what is the day of the
future, the moment of truth for our generation to come
and the yesterdays aspiration, for we can't fly to the
moon neither can defy death without a cause
Mindanao the land of promise.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Philippines, my Philippines my Native Land
a land scattered magnificently unique harbor its crystal
beauty of shore, up roaring its kaleidoscopic mountainous
ranges, nestle its forested slope of river and stream, the
home of the biggest eagle of the world, where a hundred
of hundreds of instinct colorful bird’s cliffs in the one of the
most beautiful scenery of the island facing the marvelous
ocean of the Pacific blues, even a millions of years can’t
fathom the great work of creation of the Philippines island
a light year waited the star to see this wonderful
masterpiece viewed, as the clouds formation witness every
history; the archipelago’s of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao
lay the beginning of every wish to seat in the crown of the
orient sea, anchored with 1,107 islands bounded 966
kilometers off the southern coast of Asia and 106 kilometers
below Taiwan and 24 kilometers above Borneo, beneath
the West lies the South China Sea, cluster with Celebes and
Sulu seas and as the West traffic path the Pacific ocean, the
blue ocean glimpse its breeze as it is remember the oozing
power of the universe
Ethno linguistic people, a hundred ten as they represent 16%
of the Philippines 73 millions wants to access, the culturally
rich custom and tradition of thy very diverse people living in the
Asian continent, has captivated the influence of Western
visitors of the land; its enculturation, leads the genuine tradition
of mixing and fixing the masculine of strength, to gain and
remain the old practices of the people, the Hellenistic of the
Philippines reach to its pinnacle to survive until, the age of
cybernetic conquer the space
Philippines my dear, Philippines land of the free, fighter
of the orient sea and the wisdom of the Malayan race, witness
the challenge of this millennium and go where the end
has to begin…Mabuhay! Philippines
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Philippines the Pearl of the Orient
as the Pacific ocean pushing down the cool breezing
fresh air facing east, where the set of the rising sun, the
Philippines alluring beautiful islets welcome the
foreign lands
hundreds and thousands people wish to stay in the 7,107
seashore and islands they want to play, even Ferdinand
Magellan leads its way to conquer the island for Spain
to offer, but Lapu Lapu the local chieftain stop their
intension and say the great promise land is not for sale
and please go faraway than to stay bitter
the Philippines island, endowed with natural beauty: the
the chocolate hills and the underground river as while the
Mayon volcano viewed its degree, where the rice terraces
splendid its wonderful technology of the centuries from
other neighboring countries
richness in the vast land and rivers, seas and sky the
country is full, wild life and animal every where you can
see, tame for free, ethno linguistic people in every peaceful
place you can talk but never anybody can provoke, they
are stronger than anyone, can't beat, fight as without
fear, live as they are simple and live faith according to
what they believe and adore
the cultural richness amongst the Filipino people leads its
way to survive, the gift of natural bounty; its surfing sea's
the mountainous cliff and the wild fruits makes the wonder
of the island, the marvelous caves, rivers and streams
amazed eyes can't imagine, as the dolphin and turtle
swim in a the rough sea, and the hearts swift to follow the
horizon sunset of the sun, where the pebbles sand of
Boracay, Dakak, Puerto Gallera, Mactan beaches
kaleidoscopic massage every foot and hand, that makes
every foreign land leave their lives for a stay in my dear
native land....the Philippines
'as the country, face the 21st century, and the 17th polical
regions have just reborn to see the dawn; all that what brings
to reach the dawning progress and development have made
the Filipino people to live and hope for better tomorrow'
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A little hand of Democracy, Pres. Corazon C. Aquino
entangle by fire, sweeten by dirt and dust, the unwavering
force and stamina, come to forward the little angel of
democracy, the cry that cradle the past of bravery and
heroism of the fatherland
land of the free, home of the brave, beautiful island
of the pacific; the Philippine republic, welcome the Blooming
meadow of the vast horizon of freedom land where faith lays
the fervent hope of liberty amongst men
as the furnish of incredible fire, harness the beautiful
gold, the birth of the little god, showered her charisma of
faith and patience, pondering the challenge of inferno in the
midst of wondering world of change
the cocoons, of witnessing the tyranny of democracy tore
down the humble beginning of Edsa revolution, lasting its
pure resistance of strength amongst people; surfing the dawn
of new beginning of Philippine democracy, as the echelon of
existence and destiny of the nation
the unwavering faith lives to last in the dungeon of
dictatorship has come to end and the verge of democracy stand
in the clock of an endless bastion of hope of liberty raised to
lift high the dove of unity, mesmerize each dropp of freedom
conquering the Filipino people to love, even life comes no
return, as it lurks the root of survival, kindling the sprout of
seed of happiness in every smile in the heart of men
weeping the faith of a good fight leaving no return to a little
child to hold in thy mother's hope to stand, the fervent widow
of hope live the abundant of charisma to change the course of
Philippine history into the venue of the world scenery
you'll the faith that hold on to live amongst us, you’re the
hope that stand even unto death, your the winner whose heart
steadfastly live in every heart; for a mother who wishes to be
free lives with us until, death comes no more.......
Viva! Pres, Cory, Viva Philippines, Viva Democracy.....
' a tribute to a Pilipino President whose heart lives amongst
the Pilipino people of the Republic of the Philippines '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Heal Our Land
They say it is the land of promise..Mindanao
The land of beautiful people
The land of dreams, hope and faith
Now it 's gone..the promise..
Now it's war torn, of children crying
orphaned, untimely deaths..of bloodshed
What can i do to help?
what can we share to lessen the hurts?
Who can help us in this strife?
My heart bleeds for them..
I came from this place of promise
And now..it's gone..gone..
If only we bow down and humble ourselves
Humble ourselves and pray
God in His goodness and loving care
Will listen to our cries and will HEAL OUR LAND
And my prayers will be
Let there be peace in Mindanao
Let there be joy in our hearts
Let the children play
Let there be freedom, voice to be heard
Let there be peace from within.
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Virgen La Purissima
virgen la purisima
virgin most pure
a family icon brought from the rocky island of bohol
to the promised land of mindanao
by my great, great ancestors
on a wooden sail
facing the rough seas
for nights and nights
as they all ran away from the their oppressors
who compelled them to make those big churches
of rocks and lime
using their free labor
or face death,
or face the drowning death of the uncertain seas
if luck did not side with them
if faith they did not have
they arrived on this island of mindanao
and cleared the forest to
build their farms
they married
and built their houses
and farmed
and marked their territories
that was a hundred years ago
the family still lives
the tradition alive
the children and grandchildren and greatgrandchildren
had since multiplied like the sands of the sea
and they all prayed
and they still prayed
with heads bowed, kneeling
in silence, in song, in novenas, in dance,
in merrymakings where food is shared
where a new child's name is added
to the list of this huge family tree
where everyone has a name
and a responsibility
for centuries
mother mary most pure
virgin most pure
virgin la purisima
you have showered this family with intercession
some blessings from God
the protection from the rough seas
the strength of the wooden sails
which once sailed from Bohol
on that dark night
and for more dark nights
when there was no light seen ahead
when there was no hope of finding land
it was you
most dear mother
mother pure
virgen la purisima
our Dear Mother Mary, Mother of God
Who interceded for Light
Who gave the direction
For this clan to survive
to find land and to find anchor of its restlessnes
We are here again, and as always
Praying for your guidance and protection.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crazy Island
Written by John Mellencamp
Hey Hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
You're a place where dreams can grow
And there's history in your mansions
Good fortune in your plantings
You're well respected we all know
Hey Hey America
Let's check your children
And see what they might know
Hey Hey America
With your salesmanship and your salaries
And your strip malls a growin'
And your handguns and your heresies
Don't hold no responsibility
In this land of easy millions
Hey Hey America
It's so thrillin' to see you grow
You're some kind of crazy island
You're some kind of crazy island
Well I prefer a sunny day
I just thought maybe I'd live a little bit longer that way
I don't think we should look the same
Or talk the same
Yeah I think it's a shame
And Hey Hey America
Across the new horizon
Are you sure that's the way we should go
'Cause I don't know
Maybe it's too late for all that
And Hey Hey America
You're wrapped up in your red, white and blue
Hey Hey America
Wrapped up in yourself and your red, white and blue
Hey Hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
You're some kind of crazy island
Hey Hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
You're a place where dreams can grow
And there's history in your mansions
Hey Hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
Some kind of crazy island
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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America is America
America is America the land of the free, born in
the hope of a new world created, amongst men
who believed the vision of liberty and a freedom
to live in this glorious world
as inspired by valued people, created by its natural
landscaping, bounded by principles that to live in
harmony with nature has come to witness the wisdom
of our dear forefather the dignity of each man, living
in a time of what has been bless by the Almighty Father
perfected by His creation
as the spring birth the summer breeze, and the night
comes after the day, the morning has bless the loving
people of America, where respect and understanding
welcome all nation to shelter, the cheddar of Lebanon
Oh! America, where every hope comes in the most
expected ways, come swift it away for the day has given
to you to stay, Nay! America leaves us with pain, our
hearts echo it joy to renew the eternity bell, where you
always there to lend your hand, Alas! America, your
the answer of our call, the unity that we almost fall, the
clings of every nation souls to live freely as everybody
wants to be free
America is America, the journey that always there, the
step that make us well and the nation that takes you there
Viva America!
poem by Antonio Liao
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It's Time For Christmas
The star, has previewed up in the sky
It was the night of a new born child
The birth of a better world
Since this holy night
We are all celebrating Christmas
It's time for Christmas, we singing for the world
Let's live together, in harmony
It's time for Christmas, it's time to heal the world
Let's come together, it's Christmas time
Christmas
You will find your way home, together with friends who will never alone
Christmas
In all these wonderful places, different colors and different races
Peace
In the silent night, no more pain lets stop the fight
Heaven
Like a place on earth, it's Christmas time its Jesus birth
Freedom
For the human race, to make the children's world a better place
Freedom
For me and for you, heal the world and make a wish come true
Peace
It's our love supreme, for now and forever what a wonderful dream
Love
Makes the world go around, from the highest mountain to the deeground
It's time for Christmas, we singing for the world
Let's live together, in harmony
It's time for Christmas, it's time to heal the world
Let's come together, it's Christmas time
It's time for Christmas
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Malayan Race
past a centuries live, thousands and millions of
different races, from the mountainous ranges to the
splendid nature landscape that curtain the virgin forest
as the wild animals of the jungle lives with high sea, facing
the magnificent horizon of majestic beauty of creation, comes
the birth of the continent of Asia, the endless treasure of man's
dream of living in the most luxury paradise of blessing and a land
with full of earthly blessing
Pacific blue ocean washes its marvelous wave to the
wandering seashore of promises amongst Conqueror and
Conquistadores of the west, the alluring beauty envy the hungry
visionaries of interest, offering the night of thieves, the treasure
that can't be taken, where bloods bath the crystal water of the bladed
swords, guns and canon from the window of the smelled balls of canon
of boats and garrison, portly to defend the angry and thirsty barbarian of
unwanted visitor and demonic race of the past
millions come stand the waving hands of fear, foot
with different shield to defend the mighty power with
no fear, the hope to survive, forwarding only the strength
of the heart, where the soul lies the sting of death, never been
conquer and surrender the hour of believing that not the mighty
force of the east, can't stop the sunset to hold the glamour of the heart
to live, beyond the blood of any fear amongst nation of warrior of fighters
to hold until death comes in the most waited
feature lives every spirit of men from the mountainous
hills and river, down to the great sea pads of the high sea,
unified to stand and defend the given land; a gift beyond gift
of live of creation, as every memories lingers in each hearts the
Malayan races have witness and conquer every trial of souls in
our continent
live and stand with us, the heart is full and the brave
spirit lives in our dominion, the Malayan rise comes to
existence for peace, and unity amongst neighboring nation, but
fight to the end with a victor of blood lives in every sword that stands
harmony the Malayan race salute, the forever of our
heart and the blood of our freedom....... never been defeated
but a conqueror of every fight in every land.....long live the Malayan
race
' this poem is dedicated to the Malay Race '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Kamikaze and Hara-kiri
a glorious
duty of fate,
wonderful to give and die;
letting other to live
in a country
that gives, and share
blood to pave
the light
to a
mighty race
a nation that is great
as the
wilderness echo
its whisper of
Mt. Fuji
the horizon of the sea,
sings its
perfect melody;
echoes
in the island of
destiny, the land of the
free as the
rising sun
reflects the mirror
of eternity
set to
blooms the
Cherry blossom trees in
the midst
of the wondering
land of
the people
who wish to live in
peace, Long live JAPAN
' a tribute to the people who give their....
....lives for the freedom.... dream'
poem by Antonio Liao
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This World Is Magic
Dreams can make you fly
This world is magic
Rainbows in the sky
This world is magic to me
Dreams can make you fly
This world is magic
We need peace on earth
The second birth of paradise
This world is magic
This world is magic to me
This world is magic
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
What is the magic of this world
We need peace on Earth
The second birth of paradise
This world is what we share
The nature and the air
Life could be paradise
Eternal peace is what we need
To live in harmony
For human history
Pray for a better world
When you close your eyes again
Planet Earth, that's the name of my place
I'm born in this world, in the entire space
Planet earth, is my home, is my face
Follow your trace embrace this human race
In case, there's a new decade in human history
I'm talking about respect this is my destiny
Feel free, and stop running away
From the doubt in your mind,- never fade to grey
Planet Earth, gentle and blue
Then cold as a rock, or ice without a hue
Planet earth, made out of dust
A big ball of metal, condemn to rust
Pray, let your soul be free
Find out how to heal a bleeding wound don't stand around
Life could be paradise, peace on earth is what I found
All around in a magic world from the air to the ground
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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They Make Them Tough In Beech Forest
They make them tough in Beech Forest it has become a well known place
As the former home of Cliff Young the ageing man who won the great race
From Sydney all of the way to Melbourne some two decades ago
Even in death the great man's legend does seem to grow and grow.
Forty five kilometres south of Colac the nearest big country Town
And though Beech Forest has a small population 'tis a place that has won renown
For it's hardy breed of people who possess great pride of place
A pride and courage that Cliff Young displayed in his greatest ever race.
They make them tough in Beech Forest in the potato growing countryside
The achievements of Cliff Young their most famous athlete to them a source of pride
A stranger there made to feel welcome of which many do testify
Of their friendly and hospitable nature of them none can deny.
They make them tough in Beech Forest the once home of the great Cliff Young
For his Sydney to Melbourne ultra Marathon winning run
His praises have been sung
One of the hardy breed of men from that famous place south of old Colac Town
Who from Sydney all of the way to Melbourne jogged his way to renown.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Harmony in Life
Nature churns out poems from the heart of poets;
Poets inspire many hearts to live life of freedom;
Free will inspires many to live life of love here;
But is love easy to show or share or air we breathe?
Commercialised world buys anything with money;
Money and strength physical and material rule all;
Dictate the world by military and democratic rule;
So, where is the place for freedom and love for all?
Civilised society is the hypocrisy of modern world;
Education for freedom covering all is what needed
For all humans to live in harmony with Nature
To enjoy real freedom and love poets dream often!
Human spirit with scientific mind people should live
With education that links literature and science then.
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Samurai-The Grit
the blade that settle in the land of the rising sun,
a course of wind that blew to the orient seas,
holding on to stand away from the foreign land,
its beauty allure, the cherry blossom's aura, to
the might of the ancient samurai, steadfastly
awake the vigor of the mystic Fuji mountain
oh, a throne that you live forever, a crystal clear
of snow you give to live, stand as you hold, the
stuff you made, the blade that shield, to gun
powder, you take
ambient triumph, you make, in the century you
take, keep me know that you are a nation of
people whose shintoism belief as it flows, where
elements of nature is balance
live as you go, to the land where the rising sun
stand, where the horizon of light passes the night,
in the breeze of the pacific ocean, lay a nation
that is free
as you go, let our dream brings......its light....that
beyond that rays....our race live forever
poem by Antonio Liao
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Avalon
In this world, the nature is dying
The way we once were is leaving us.
Replaced by machines and war
Save for one tiny little corner of the globe.
Avalon.
The grass is green, watered with the water of the large lake.
There are trees, beautiful, tall, abudant.
The flowers are numerous, and so beautiful.
The one building is decorated with ivy and plants.
Inside, the magic of Avalon takes it hold.
Peacefully, animals and people get along with each other
The water in the lake is clean, pure, and fresh.
Everything here is wonderful.
Saved from war, machines, pollution.
The small island is like a large forest, only there are fields too.
Everything of nature, that we have destroyed
Can still be found, if you know where to look.
Avalon is wonderful.
Nothing here is ever destroyed.
Preserved, never to be found
Hidden by the magic,
The wonderful magic of Avalon
Avalon has no boundaries.
Everything seems perfect.
There is no better place
Nothing is more beautiful,
As nature, the way it should be.
The way it once was
Avalon cannot be found,
The magic is hiding,
For sadly, the world it knew is lost.
The world where nature was more than a home builder
The world where people cared
Cared for the trees.
Cared for the air
Cared for everything around them
Avalon's mists will stay unparted
Untill the world is ready
Ready for the wonderful magic of Avalon
Where nature stays strong.
Avalon
This is a message to the world. Plant a tree, grow a garden, something. We are losing what we once had, and once it is all gone, we cannot get it back. Believe in the magic of Avalon and help the world grow back again, grow enough to save itself
poem by Jessica Millsaps
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In An Island Of Light
some people have always loved
the island of light
and they do everything to be
inside
that island of light
to a certain extent of disregarding
civility and forgetting courtesy
and setting aside
the reservation that the island of light
is too small and cannot be
the place for all
some people have to live outside
the island of light
for that is what is meant to be
in the word of
destiny
and there will be time for all
a season for some
luck for the other
fate for four
disaster for more
the island of light soon dissolves itself
for the light of day
the sun of mercy
and it is for free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yes
Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.
The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.
The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;
belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.
The system,
the birth of rebirth of sorrow
was the tragedy.
The shaper,
I am, still wandering
to find the words.
Satish Verma
* After reading the massacare of 57 people in southern island of Mindanao, Philippines on 23rd Nov 09
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It's The Conquerors Who Write The History
As they chased the wild bison on horse back they whooped and cheered loud
And they were great hunters so noble and proud
But now on the prairies the bison are rare
And the people who hunted them no longer there.
Of the great Northern Land the first people till the invaders came
And their tragic dispossession is a thing of great shame
Conquered and put into reservations for to grow old and die
The rights of Indigenous people to them did not apply.
It's the conquerors who write history as we have been told
And men they have murdered for Land and for Gold
But what matters most when history we trace
That a Country's first people must take pride of place.
You great country singers with your golden guitars,
You politicians and tycoons and billionaire movie stars
There once was a people far greater than you
And to Mother Nature they were far more true.
And the workings of Nature they did understand
And they were the people who cared for the Land
And they were displaced and oppressed and down trod
By those who believed in a different God.
They once were great warriors, wise, noble and proud
And they gave us Chief Seattle and wise Chief White Cloud
And their profound words of wisdom still living today
And such things of great beauty will never decay.
The truth may seem bitter but the truth we must face
That a Country's first people should take pride of place
And around the World Indigenous people are not treated well
Though they have such marvellous stories to tell.
The conquerors write the history as conquerors do
But to the true history they never are true
And the conquered the history never will write
And we are conditioned to believe that might is always right.
The changes keep happening and nothing seem to last
And the great herds of bison a thing of the past
And those who once hunted them were locked away
And in reservations were forced for to stay.
Out on the lone prairie their ghosts still reside
At midnight the hunters their spotted horses ride
As they chase the wild bison across the great plain
The past in the moonlight comes to life again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Am Afraid I Have To Say It Is Too Hot Too Here
Fighting between Islamic rebels and Philippine troops intensified Sunday, dimming hopes of renewed peace talks with the southern separatists, government and military officials
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More than 100 Muslim fighters have been killed in four days of clashes with the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) on Mindanao island, said military spokesman Colonel Julieto Ando.
About 90,000 people have been displaced by the upsurge in fighting, according to local and foreign relief agencies operating in the region where government troops have battled insurgents for 40 years.
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'Fighting intensified overnight with battles raging near the towns of Datu Saudi Ampatuan and Datu Piang, all in Maguindanao province, ' said Ando, who blamed recent rebels attacks for the deteriorating situation.
'We have done our best to embrace peace, but the MILF started the hostilities by pillaging villages and murdering innocent civilians in Mindanao, ' Ando said.
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'Now we are implementing the full force of the law and we will arrest those responsible for the traitorous attacks against civilians.'
The National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC) said Sunday that more than 240,000 people have been displaced since the fighting began two weeks ago.
The NDCC put the number killed in two weeks at 50, conflicting with military figures.
Glenn Rabonza, NDCC executive officer, said nearly 100 evacuation centres have been set up across the affected areas in Mindanao.
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