To The Burning Hell Poem by Dr Ronnie Bai

Accursed our land still remains so
By th' devil belched from hell that burst
Almost a hundred years ago
Making our sky and air th' world's worst —

Our sun wears a thick pitch-dark veil,
Crying for blotted light, moon and stars.
Our kidded kids over bleached books flail,
Our last spokesmen gagged behind bars.

Our people are blighted with disease, death
And despair, kept bowed, bent and broken
And stripped of honour, love, and faith,
Our history twisted and re-written.

Oh beware, you Goddamned demon —
You're one against one point four billion!
Your days are numbered. You'll stand trial
And be blast back to burning hell!