The Promised Land The Unthinkability Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Promise Land The Unthinkability

This day, this earth,
These times that becomes,

These crowded cities and these voices of the loud people,

These songs of love, losses, and the passions of engaging sex,

The street signs, the noisy cars, the dirty smog floating in the air,

And dirty curtain of smog diluting freely into the air,
And the cramped spaces,

Mother earth must provide more spaces,
more sheltering than the promised land,

More warning signs than just ignoring the wiles, the waste, until too late,

Too unthinkable to contemplate.