....................... Banana Split Congress Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

While working in a vast banana plantation
For the first time, I do nothing
Except watching, seeing, following
The life story of banana from
roots, buds, leaves, hands, wild fingers;
The banana becomes for me
The mankind rooted on earth.

Its seedlings are the races
For generation to next,
its bundles are the clusters of
families, clans, species.

some offsprings have already fallen
some are freshly cut
tortured, buried, swept away
victims of mindless barbaric act;
some are exported, wrapped elegantly
those are the proud, everyone specie’s dream, the elites
lucky enough to reach 1st world
apple - bearer country.

some trunks bend down under,
loaded heavily with the burden of fruits
its childish torso, slender leaves prematurely
send back to earth

The tortured race catches my attention most
Those defenselessly slaughtered
By the nearby mob
The alleged terminated mob who knows policy
Prettily but not set in heart;
The nearby human per se
Whose starving flesh had been nourished
since a long long time by their once productive salvaged species.
How pity are they who know not to show indebtedness!

they become fool thru naked eyes of mine
As I passed by the countless agonizing youngs,
they had just cut down, and murdered devastatingly,
Too fresh yet to be taken to their grave.

Who give them permission to salvage
The fruit of life
The literal economic blower of our surviving 3rd world nation?
The practical means to raze out unemployment rate
So rampant in this ‘ land of promise’?

Human conflict – yes undisputedly there is
The long-time-gap between
Bourgeois and the proletariat
The rulers and the workers

but its illogical to gain justice
thru slaughtering the defenseless species
the innocent race that I consider now
belongs to mankind