The Pains Of The Multitudes Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Pains Of The Multitudes

It's more on windy parks,
And tall trees,
And all the fallen leaves on the empty benches,

On the empty greens,
Glossed from lasts nights rain on leaves,
I was walking with all the other persons,
I was sharing all kinds of empty gestures and hidden emotions,

On the streets, the train stations, on the way home from the wet soaked city's,
There were insults, inappropriate jokes and guffawings,

On the roads there were robberies, shoutings and other commotions,
On the closed shops the police were killing the looters,
Another bystanders was hit by a stray bullet,

At the park a man was comforting a crying woman,
The woman said she's pregnant with his child,

Farther away there were unfriendly stares,
Unconcerned city strollers minding their own business,

All I can remember was the dins of stars in the dark heavens,
The night on empty paralysis,

I was talking with my invisible doppelgänger,
Without words our thoughts were the same,

On a road to nowhere we stopped and listened.
All I can hear were the pains of the multitudes including myself.