Yakuza Poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

The barking were the loudness of evils
Extreme noises swarming the pretty dawn
Shy of lights and abide
Notorious philosopher of gangland
Backdated from 17th century kabuki-mono
(Outlandish samurai called the crazy ones)
The infamous family tree
Hatamoto-yakko (servants of Shogun)
Machi-yokko (servants of town)
Tekiya (street peddlers)
Bakuto (gamblers)
Gurentai (hoodlums)
They are the nerves of Yakuza

In arms and deadly
With guts and machine guns
Embroiled with conflicts
And turmoil
In numbers they come
Dungeons and dragons
Christopher Columbus of the land
Bad boys of dark heroes
Exploring new territory
New monetary
Their holy oaths and sacred vows
Are distinct and vivid
Devoted to tradition
Of oyabun – kobun (father-child relationship)
Made them virtually invincible
Authentic kamikaze
You’re not invited to become one
You have to pursue
Pricking your trigger finger
Dripped the bloods onto holy picture of the Saint
And burn it
A symbol of loyalty
Undivided
Bloodied the samurai swords
With your tongue