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The Inevitable

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  • Lui
    My poems were a bit more spooky back in the 90 s! The Inevitable There was a ding dong in Hong Kong And there was soon ricocheting effects Felt by many the
    Message 1 of 1 , Jan 13, 2004

      My poems were a bit more "spooky" back in the 90's!      

       

       

           

                              The Inevitable

       

                 There was a ding dong in Hong Kong

                  And there was soon ricocheting effects

                  Felt by many the whole world round

                  Who by now were screaming in pain

                  At the loss of security

                 

                 The streets once paved with cleanliness

                 Were loosing their majesty

                 There were gun sharks and robbers

                 Ready for the windfall

       

                 “Ruined” screamed the traders  

                 “A sad day has befallen” 
                 Their eyes transfixed like void

                 No more the dollar kings and queens

       

                The local masses instead of defeat

                 Found a strange sense of unity

                 Which transformed many that day

                 Into the decency they had always hoped for

       

                 Yet friction prevailed fourteen seasons

                 As the monetary beast built its army

                 To devour the earth with its dreams

                 Nightmares to the children of light

       

                 Instead of a new golden dawn

                 Famine and earthquakes increased

                 And war was on everyone’s tongues

                 The owners lay watch in the night

       

                 The earth grew more weary

                 As disease was unleashed

                 Still the fuels served the machines

                 And all manner of gimmicks paraded

       

                 The masses allied to decide what to do

                  For a while they were free

                  To look in the face the thing they had served

                  And they could never return

       

                  As the masses withdrew their support

                  All that was left were a few

                  Dictators and businessmen empty and crude

                  Like spoilt children they cursed

       

                  And slowly the battle was won

                  And a new beginning was made

                  A land with no name

                  No race, creed or colour

                  No profit or debt

                  A time that had slowly become

                  The inevitable

       

                                    L. Di Martino  1996

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