rommelmarkmarchan beyond poetica

(1979 - / pilipinas -dubai)

Dubai Desertstorming Commitment


Yes
without a vision
Dubai would still be a desert

through vision
skyscrapers are
towering along Sheik Zayed road

through vision
gigantic malls
are sprouting above the then
acres of dunes

through vision
majestic hotels, recreational pace
high-end villas are mushrooming
at nearby beach residences

through vision
there is now the cosmopolitan
a city for multi-cultural diversity,
a job-provider, a tourist-comforter
with air Emirates connecting east and west


but it would be all superficial
if no moral influence
no desertstorm of strength
by all in achieving of
what had the Dubai founding-fathers
committed

Submitted: Saturday, December 01, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 01, 2012

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