Wake Asia Wake - Part Two - 2

(Continued from Part Two - 1) Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl keeps vigil in their scelerosed veins I will slap this officious reason In the face with wine in hand Who so bold to slap sense into the buttressed elus But those drunk with common insolence sense Darius the First built a confining wall around the Greco-Roman Empire’s eastern front a first wall of self-will Gengiz Khan tore it down with his sabersharp teeth after climbing deftly through the David Copperfield hole in the Great Wall See how Mao stemmed the tide with his Long March Only to wall in his Zhong Guo An Asia within an Asia The Central Asian Crown to be propped up again either by vassal states or by tribute offering nations in return for health-giving largesse while tough little Viets struggled without wailing on bare feet to sling the Twentieth Century’s Goldorak down to an ignominious fall while those that weep after twenty lost centuries at their Wailing Wall wall their brethren in a closely policed jail wailing at every television reprisal performance their insecure un-Godly fate in the dead sea of faiths at the bare hands of suicidal wall breakers hemmed in around their waists like those fencesitters the Greater East Asia Prosperity builders who let MacArthur gird them behind an Ocean Wall silent superior-thinking men and women unable to wish their neighbours bonjour even after the unhealed unhealing wounds inflicted by kamikaze samurais walled in behind obsequious bending backs and mechanical smiling faces What brews in quiet what festers in stealth Asia’s white master race a Botha-deemed non-apartheid equal ONE of the seven rulers of this world (Continued in Part Two -3)