Treasure Island

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

(Pilipinas / a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism)

* DAVAO, PHILIPPINES


In Davao, Philippines
small enterpreneurs grow
as their lending
investments
the condo making
mall propagating
construction projects
development
agri-business booming
and tourism industry hits a blow

the davawenos hospitality
the durian display
and the infamous ironical imagery
the fresh dead with riddled bullets
bath with own blood lying on the streets

summary killings attract peace
but reject victim's justice

Submitted: Wednesday, March 17, 2010

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  • Lady Grace (3/26/2010 5:27:00 PM)

    sweet durians
    the trade mark of davao
    paradise beach is also there
    zip lines of exciting scenes
    sleeping dinosaur island in mati
    gold city in tagum...whew, , ,
    so many beautiful spots n davao
    so friends, strangers
    visit this place
    davao, ..from oriental to occidental
    from south to north
    they are all beautiful... (Report) Reply

  • Lady Grace (3/26/2010 5:22:00 PM)

    nicely done ha...well, ur poem gives me an idea bout gensan, my place, , hmmmm how can u forget the ''tuna capital of the philippines''.... (Report) Reply

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