The Warsongs Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Warsongs

We can't be this lost in this wilderness,
Nor insanely mad,

We can't we near to the truce,
Or fighting a warsong,
Anything as impossibe
As we're here now,

We can't be this arrogant
Or proud of our achievements,

The world is clamor
And the warsongs of the people,

The words are the same
And different times,

The deeds and the undone,
The breast is breathing with understanding,
Nor is it full from the unsavory,

There world is beyond,
But descending,

The world is clear,
Nor not so clear,

Nor is it man or forever,
The world is but desperately.
Remote,

We are not the same,
Or unliked,
We are this cruel,
Or more kind,

We whisper so loud,
Or so soft to hear,
We eat so much
That we can't remember supper,
And it's ingredients,

We talk so loud
That we forget to sleep,

We're all that we have
And yet forgets everything,

We're this dumb
But we're this much,
We're this little,
But this much,

We're this ruckus, this reckless,
this sincere or joking,
this serious,

We this more unloved animal,
this and all,
We this alive,
And dying by the millions,

We, this crazy,
We this foe
We this friend,
We this undone,
We this superpower,

We this traitor,
Or jesus christ,
We this hero or myriad,
Or impossible people,

We the begining of life,
Or the dying race.?
We this complicated?
Or disturbing,
Or the death'?
The rebirth, ?

We, who are we, ?
Who are you'?
What is
What is more revealing,

The fishermen,
This this dystopia,
All that we can hope,
From this lovesong
From this warsong,