The Police Report Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Police Report

When first it was birth
it wasn't those
dubious contracts,

Your were this
heavenly gift sent
to your father
and mother from
a prayer,
It was a response to
their prayers,

Comes the years,
freedoms
and revolutions,

To own this planetarium,
but most
of all the fullfillment
of life's purpose,

A beautiful wife,
the first child and two others,

Now the records shows
the unavailable data,

You left one day
to meet an
unknown stranger
at the station,

to fullfill an
unknown contract,

After these
all these multifarious,
Reports,
You were never found.
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