Summer Supremacy Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Summer supremacy,
autumnal aspirations
winter warmth
and spring senses....

Despite spring there will be no celebrations
dead-alike people are around
they are still a part of nature here
no part of these deads-alive
had been misused, they are just dead
of sufferings, being offended, the accusings
and feelings of not being understood

A foreign race gave this piece of earth once a name
the girdle of Emerald
they loved the place, it was like paradise
everywhere grow fruit green plants, fresh naturally
what they didn´t know: too many deaths underneath this ground

The dead don't talk, but they can walk
they claimed back their property
the foreign race may enjoy the luxury
the luxury of lifestyle
but they could never own nor buy this place
we appreciate them as kindest visitors only