You are a symbol of the ghost in your soil someone is buried after every encounter in the navel of your deep mountain that offers a hiding place is a mystery for the tribes who, at the outskirts, live   You will be cursed by those who try to surface out of the steep ridges and rolling fields if the lushness of your woods yield no wealth no one will possess your forest wild and hilly   In your river and stream flowed the red blood and with the explosion of gunpowder the enemy was defeated indeed a ghost you are to them for many you have failed even among us who sacrificed, the lessons from you will sink deep.   (J.M.A.)