Soilt Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Spoilt


I speaking of spoilt,
What remains of empires,

Of kings, queens,
man and his women,

Why plannings,
and all the money's
dissolves into wasting,

Why energies and expense,
Implodes on its
craters,

Life's inherently,
ordnance,

After empires,
golden skycrappers,

Man grasps finality's
answers,

Why distant Gods,
watch the ruins of empires

After these heavy storms,
Spoilt and debris
scatter'sthe splinter