Enhanced Image Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Enhanced Image

You're still the rising figure,
in the bright pools of the world,

the misty falcon of the sky,
that takes swipes at the invisible morning,

God if not a creation by the pantomimes,
promising yet unloved,
Or as ever deceived as a failed character,

In the mind of your own dictator,
you're nothingmore or nothingless a slave,
a stool to stepped on,
or a life created for his own purposes,