Consignments Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Consignments

Some names does not exist in their own countries,
Preferring as Citizens of the world,

Some colors missed their targets,
Because the heart is never black or white or differentiate,

The nose, the eyes, the perpetual concept is there,
You cannot judged the validity of a man by his skin,

In his heart is it's perpetual chambers beats his perpetual language, perpetual claim to nature,
All the rests are adventures of perfecting destiny.

Men are Romance,
Women are exqusite jewel,
In this flesh lives the out cries and longings of humanity,

Men are regrets,
Women are wastes,

A child is born in the mangers,
Hanger's ward of abandoned children,
In the clinics of exclusive suites, that's a privilege,
The way endings are epiloges for a good story.

And if this all adds up,
Then kindly attach God's signature.