john tiong chunghoo
Pirates Killing In The Streets - Poem by john tiong chunghoo
dreams made of talents and sweat
and nightly toils; dreams to beautify, enrich and upgrade The world
snatched away mercilessly leaving
broken hearts, sleepless nights
accompanied by streams of tears
among the poets, the Crooners,
the writers, film producers,
Actors....enslaved by their own giftedness.
in the backstreets of Asia, open markets of China, Africa, Latin America, you see familiar names on boxes, books where money floods; fluid cash from great talents
who live only to see modern pirates squeeze every cent out of their sweats,
the merchandise reaping billions for
clandestine merchants living behind monumental abodes.
Pirates all over the world massacreing artists and poets.
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