The Whistler In The Wind Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Whistler In The Wind

Nothing in the old time didsuch motions exists,
No mind in mundane memory of things,

Is the persuasive power to reassess,
the eventual reset routes to salvation,
This power of redemption,

the will power,
The mettle toreprocessed,

Wouldn't we as fire,
emanations from the devine?

Couldn't we remained as sentinels,
conquered,
The impossible dream,

This ever longing reasons,
To belive in harmony with things,

Away from the cacophony of miseries,
Away from this marcialindulgence,
Suicidal impulses of self destructions,

Declared this freedom fromthe bad spirits,
Declared this new found omniscience,

Then as believer deliver us,
From evils,
the immunity from the Devils,

As this new ambassador of life,

In this mortal husks,
Relived this persistent infightings,
The image of resistance,
as a new Millenium Incarnate,
whichever crystallized
from this temporal derangement,

I'm driveling in belief,
Should this happen once more.