On Its Own Decisions Ville Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

On Its Own Decisions Ville

A time is on its own decisions ville,
Whatever these will be,
Will follow it's own rules,

Trepidations will follow us on its own rules on the countryside,
While hope stays stationaryin this troubled transitions,

What the river says,
are not man's intentions,
the swollen mouths before the storm, hunger swipping away every structures, you have remastered,

How this trail is leaving us withempty hearts,
Nothing's good as given,
Rewards from the seasonings offire,

what equations man can possibly do,
but these generational promises that tomorrow changes for the better,

Intellects, cares, passions and worthies all our hearts are gapingunder the sun.
With arrays of estimates and instincts are unreliably unsure,

Freedoms are governed,
And all are contortions of lies and predictions,
all redicules are imperfections, the sewerages and the piles,

Pollutions and garbages will flow.
All our enemies at their gates, gut testingdisease and bullets waiting for us to die,

Every slow deaths will be ofbacterias and elements, that are constructed
for everyfoundations under the stars,