Drowning In A Yellow River Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

For years I've walked amongst this yellow race
Their simplicity still amazes me
The city moves at such a hectic pace
Yet Buddha in everything I see

True there is violence, brutality
But is nothing compared to the white man
With our colonial mentality
Judge other cultures whenever we can

They are racist but that is due to fear
For we are arrogant, apathetic
Though wealthy we are blind and do not hear
Devoid of all things that be aesthetic

What is the point of the treasure and gold
If hearts are empty and we have no soul
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