David McLansky

Freshman - 992 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Xu Zhiyong - Poem by David McLansky

You make my home a narrow jail,
No iron bars nor toilet pail
You seal me in with a fear foam
My prison is my private home;

And then I’m charged
“With gathering crowds, ”
Do I command the sky, the clouds,
“To assemble them to create disorder, ”
Is Genghis Khan massing on the border?

I do not move with shadowed stealth,
To crack you’re safe of private wealth
Mail me your list Xi Jinxing
Who gave you that ruby Emperor’s ring?

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  • Gold Star - 36,896 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/17/2013 5:29:00 AM)

    prison is private home, This body is also a prison. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013


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