Where Are The Promises Go? Poem by Gil Gregorio

I have but one wish to be fulfilled:
A question out of my own oblivion!

Amidst the triumph of the valiants
Where are the promises go?
Ah, my questions are like parodies
Where benigned words steal the hook
And the seaming gesture conquered
The splicing answers to the heart!

Amidst the triumph of the weak
Where are the promises go?
Ah, my questions are like piques
Where moaned swashes of angered piece
Enleavened the hosts awesomely quirked
The splicing answers to the ears!

Admist the triumph of the strong
Where are the promises go?
Ah, my questions are like benedictions
Where the strength of the weak hungered
The splicing places of the kings!

Where are the promises go?
Yes...it is in you that eloquence
leaves no doubting within your world.