Ensemble

I. Gongs

Ceremony

Gods will be angry
If gongs have no harmony.
Strike it properly.

Betrothal

Gongs made of copper.
But it’s a sincere offer.
Marry my daughter.

Omen

The gong’s an heirloom.
Perfect present from the groom.
No love, meet your doom.

II. Auspice

The sounds of the gongs are a signal.
It’s time for the townspeople to gather.
Witness the crowning of Sultan Iqbal.
Our kingdom now has a new ruler.

It’s time for the townspeople to gather.
We are blessed to have a majestic royal.
Our kingdom now has a new ruler.
Criminals will surely have an acquittal.

We are blessed to have a majestic royal.
Let us serve with loyalty the young master.
Criminals will surely have an acquittal.
As the king walks, the drums beat like thunder.

Let us serve with loyalty the young master.
Witness the crowning of Sultan Iqbal.
As the king walks, the drums beat like thunder.
The sounds of the gongs are a signal.

III. Drum Roars

“The drums are our secret weapon,” said the general.
The drums have a powerful sound. There is nothing to fear.
Drum beaters, strike in full strength to boost our troops’ morale.

We can win this battle but heed the commands and obey.
If feeling weak, remember loved ones you hold dear.
“The drums are our secret weapon,” said the general.

We have a long journey ahead with obstacles along the way.
Beat the drums louder to keep our spirits high. Victory will then be here.
Drum beaters, strike in full strength to boost our troops’ morale.

The sounds of the drums will be our guide as we march and slay.
As the drums thunder, dark clouds of doubt slowly disappear.
“The drums are our secret weapon,” said the general.

As we face our enemies, exhibit a stance of courageous display.
Wave the swords of our fathers still with blood smear.
Drum beaters, strike in full strength to boost our troops’ morale.

Away from our families, this could be our last battle. So let’s pray.
Beat the drums louder, bolder. Summon the gods to hear.
“The drums are our secret weapon,” said the general.
Drum beaters, strike in full strength to boost our troops’ morale.

Christine Marie Lim Magpile graduated Bachelor of Science in Secondary Education (BSEd) major in History at the University of Santo Tomas, Manila (cum laude). She has completed her academic requirements for MA in Counseling at De La Salle University, Manila. She was a three-time finalist for the Salita ng Taon for her entries load (2010), kalakal (2014), and foundling (2016). Her children’s book Kayumanggi was a finalist at the 3rd Filipino Readers’ Choice Awards. She was a fellow at the 2019 La Salle Kritika for Arts and Critical Criticism as well as a fellow for Filipino creative nonfiction in the 9th UST National Writers’ Workshop and 6th Angono Summer Writers’ Workshop. She was also poetry fellow at the 2007 LIRA (Linangan sa Imahen, Retorika, at Anyo) workshop. Magpile works as a copy editor at the UP Press. She is pursuing her Masters in Araling Pilipino at the University of the Philippines, Diliman.

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