A short poem for my people, the Uyghurs.
Are they victims of tyranny or pawns of a trans-Pacific game of Chess? Or are they both?
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The Lockdown Hymn
I glanced at meself in the mirror, desolateWith a flicker of hope from the browning hyacinthThe ever growing death count does reverberateYet the coppers can’t subdue the rendezvous at the barbeques. The shutdown has turned the supermarkets into a labyrinthOf fighters and hoarders, hunters and gatherers at their bestUprooting civil order by the plinthThey overthrew,…
An ode to a green decade
I found myself nearing the horizon of the decade, The brute glare forcing me to look back At the feats we’ve championed, yet I am dismayed. Alas! Our success has come with a stark payback From our dear planet, Oh dear, what have we done, The floods and the heatwaves as replies to…