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(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)
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