Manchuria - Poem by John Parsons
The Imperial Flag of Blood
Waves and dances high
Above Manchuria. In the mud,
The natives slave for Japan. They all sigh
Knowing their children might die and waste
Away to serve their selfishly Imperial
Masters. Their land will rot and baste
To serve, to serve, to serve up a greedy deal.
Infected the conquerors
Of this land and caused an epidemic of heartache.
Yes, yes the Liberal 'Conspirators'
Are true: Patriotism is the Fever that plagued the Asiatic Assyria
And shed the blood, the blood of Manchuria.
(20 June 2008)
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