The Multitudes Cries Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Multitides Cries

It's on the windy parks,
And the tall trees,
And the fallen leaves on the dirty streets,

On the empty greens and tall buildings,
Glossed from lastnights rains,
I was walking with other strangers,
I was sharing all kinds of empty gestures and hidden emotions,

On the train stations onthe wet soaked roads and the apartments,
There were insults, injuries, inappropriate responses and loud grieving,

there were robberies, shoutings and other commotions, the police were killing the looters, arresting the suspects,
Another bystanders was hit by a stray bullet,

At the park the same painful narratives, l saw a man comforting a crying woman,
The woman said she is pregnant with his child,

Farther were unfriendly stares, unkind attitudes,
Unconcerned stony dwellers minding their own businesses,

All I can remember was the dins of the weak hungry and the oppressed, sent to the dark and impervious stars,

The nights on its paws of paralysis on dreams, and the lives of man,
Deaths and dishonors and the ways of the wicked world,

I was talking with my invisible doppelgänger, our thoughts were synced with the distances,

Thus on nowhere did I stopped and listened.
All I can hear were muffles, the cries of the multitudes including my own.