Remote Villages Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

RemoteVillages

Remote is my village,
My songs,
my dreams,

My empires of scaffolds,
The dreams of my architecture,
is a brand new world,

Detente of various religions,
the hallowed grounds,
of one church
Priority given
universal love
grows on solid grounds,

Where every living acres are
efficascent conductors of
the thriving masses,

Tribal marriage's distance
of modern decadence,
of ramshackle fidelity,

Of the human race,
pseudo catholic,
pseudo gifts
kindness from aristocracy,

Pro poor simple living,
euphoria and utopia,

Pan Global,
merged at the Mediterranean
Seaside Convention Centers,

And talk of no nonsense,
transformation
the future shoe of mankind,

In my new un remitted
translation of life,

It's a wonder,
Why and how remote,
I'm living,
Acceptance is a thousand,
or a million of years from reality.