Treasure Island

Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)


You caught me
Did something wrong
But you kept your cool
And did not exposed me
To languish in shame
Instead, you helped me rectify
To become a better person

Now, you undergo a challenge
To fulfill your desired dream
And to become somebody
But someone take the same path
Much bolder and aggressive
Yet possessed a dark shadow
Which only me can prove as true

Fact is I don't like the challenger
As the majority also feel the same
I knew her better than anyone else
Whom I worked with for quite sometime
She is an egoistic and sarcastic person
Though she seems to show leadership
But with personal interest to boost self

As the majority dislike her
And has only one supporting
I decided to break the doubt
As to who fits to be the leader
So with frankness I disclosed
That she has no integrity
And not the right leader

Everybody except one
Lauded what I had done
For they knew I was right
In-fact, this act is monumental
As the younger generation shall feel free
From bullying and sarcasm acts by her
Now we are even as I have chosen you

Submitted: Sunday, April 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013
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