Empires
Born and bred in the empire
Does it prove that I’m bad
Always fit to what’s required
With my pride down in the gut
I’m deceptively serene
You are falsely agitated
I’m your yang and you’re my yin
We are Chinese belated
From the era of the sari
Beads and flowers in the hair
Our empires need to vary
So you’re gone, but still I care..
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