Small Propulsion's Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Small Propulsion's

At first it was a small proposition
crystallized into a sound,
demanded in small propulsion,

Formalized into larger wants,
now bigger than the masters,

Tearing the walls of slumbers,
greater than the predators themselves

Then came the million marches on the street

They engineered the new scheme,
a panacea for the lesser of wits,

tell how loud,
man usurp Gods vengeance,
and misdemeanor,

Can you produce the sound of the hurricane,
laughters of the stars with the children's?

If you're planning God,
Thenbacktrack from the passions,
decelerate the engines,

Deactivate the nuclear fusion
become a Buddhist molecule,

Made small landings,
small patches of thanksgivings.