China the Red Plague
Earth, water, fire, metal, and sky...
pummeled to submission.
Refuse and decay, side by side,
ground into submission.
Once pristine mountains ranged high;
Mongols in ascension
riding beneath the starry skies,
now, whipped into submission.
Wild rivers now hemmed, tortured, bound;
green trees, now sickened, brown;
all bare, and skeletal, background;
beneath soot filled skies, fouled.
All the grandeur now gone sighs
ground into submission.
for Mao’s legacy cry,
no course but submission.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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