Zamboanga

Blue sky, white sand, serene sea, and I 
Precious Zamboanga it's worth a cry.

This is the scenario sans doubt
Supported with true evidence
In all directions, I could shout
Because this narrative makes sense.

I combed the island of my birth
Searching for what really is this for
Only to find that there's a dearth
Of the essence of   this metaphor

I see you with your heavy loads,
As they ruined your forest, your path
Leading you to your dear abodes
Of faith, hope, love without wrath.

Embrace me, feel my aching heart
It throbs with affluent delight
Knowing that this arena's part
This life is filled with flight or fight,

A mission for Neighborliness
A devotion towards change
From decades of gloom and darkness
The people will be home on the range.

Pedestrians' footsteps are trudging
Zamboanga's sunbaked lovely shore
The seagulls echo are amusing
The school of fish dances on the ocean floor.

The sky, the sand, the sea and I
 Zamboanga, please don't you cry.