The Badlands Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Badlands

alwaysreturn to the air
a birds in its translucentflights
ahome in the scattering sky

beyond the horizons of care,
a song flying over the other lands, other destinations towards heavens

i am, a bird, a song soaring across the ocean floor

work and despair was my passportto my own existence.

A starved slavefrom the working hives

But to own this freedom and sailing away
looking straight into the Gods eyes and
celebrate this escape

The pure motions in the escalating sky like the cavortingofeagles.

l can see the shining skyscraper,

not the clear madness of my world
the depravity, the hunts, the lusts, and
the greed beyond satiety,
the many liesin the guise of good intentions,

the managers, presidents, warmongers, and the dictators who force their wills,
the false prophets, the enterpreneurs in sheeps clothing but actually the howling beasts of materialism,

theterror and burden they gave to the majority, the sick people, this unconcern to life.

But on some port beyond this sorrow
, away from the land, the harsh questions
and the hard realities.

I am a free soulignited by the ballads of the heavens

let me stay on my wingspan towards the heaven, away from the bad lands.