Into The Houses Of The Ruined Gods Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Into The Houses Of The Ruined Gods,


Everyday is a state of rebellion and insurrections,

mothers anger towards daughter's sloth,

fathers complacencies of no vacancies,

Sons of bewildering confusions,
bringing homeaddicts, drunks and prostitutes,

The chained dog's barking all nights at the squalor mooned hooded neighborhoods,

of guns and discharging of projectiles
blood spillings in the slimy pavements,

While loud in the air are the police sirens echoing in the background,

Wailing like approaching simians,
Into the familiar black dens and the slattedporches,

Of life and deathscenarios