The Eastern Dragon Poem by Cris Ben

From dust to steel and concrete cities they rise
As day by day they grow and evolve their statures
Waving their red flag so high and proud
On a pedestal made of stolen lands and trampled lives.

Power has indeed poisoned and tainted the heart of this humble dragon
Which was once simple, once joyful, once kind-

Oh dragon of the eastern land!
You've shed your skin and scales and grew spikes on your tail
You've grown lethal fangs and evil wings as well
Your eyes have turned red as the blood on your sharp claws
Your heart and stomach full of food, oil, and treasure golds!

The folks tremble and brand you monster!
But with such fear you thought will bend our knees,
will shake our courage, and bow our heads down to your tyranny,
We soon shall gather a billion strong
Lashing out our ardent rage and urge
Burning you down back to your ground you really own.