Heavens Tools Makers Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Heavens Tools Makers

Anything you've been saying about him,
Predators or animal instinct,

Inventors or destroyer,
Kind or magisterial,
Innumerable sinners or brilliant innovators,

The infightings were admittedly getting worst, bloody and costly,
The wars of the worlds, the territorial disputes, the wages of tongues and bad manners,
Bigotry and racial discriminations,

And then look at some of elegant cities he built created, but then the ruined napalms cities and bombed the rummaged and burned villages,

And then he is the inventors of green harvests, penicillin and rejuvenating stem cells,

But then the dreaded indestructible plastics how it pollutes the rivers, seas and the water systems,
And every acreage of land fills,

The birds thought them edible, the hungry dolphins though it was meals,

And your blood samples may have micro traces from the drinking waters,

We must takes into accounts, all his actions and deeds,
How it rebuilt, restored or destroy a planet,

He built the atom bombs and planned the destructions of planet earth,
His right sense prevailed and he assembles the United Nations,

We must remember we are the God's painters and tools makers,
The heaven or hell practitioners,
In our unsullied and our artificial landscapes.