Lushed Blued Mornings Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Lushed Blued Mornings

Pallid is these blued mornings,
I am looking at the world,

Lucid is this thrones on the Hills, and the throes and the sad murmurings belows,

Fine is these scatterings of the pines andmagnificence of this pure morning and sad is the squalid of the ghettos belows,

bursts is the laughters of these unconcerned childrens,
jewelriesalighting with her wristsbands, chaperoned in her limousine's

certainty is the fabrications oflies and all life in this kingdom of mine,
excesses died with their opulence,

Asked God if there's a reasons for this discrepancies,
Asked God and you will be forgiven,

All theglitters andthe glees are for the exclusive,
bickerings, sad sobbings belongs with the poor

Pallid is this blued unconcerned mornings,
Life is just the whispers of this lush song.