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THE ASICAN CURSE

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The Asian Curse

December 14, 2020

 

The dark sun rose in the village of Lu

Not a kingdom but claimed to be a kingdom

Of Confusion, of Chaos, of Destruction

Millions

Kowtowed in front of the Alter

Of JunJun ChenChen FuFu ZiZi

That bound the feet of the Yin

That chained the minds of Yang

For centuries of darkness in a Black Hole

In the Hall of the Masses ye see

The shadows on the walls

In the Hall of the Masses ye hear

The whispers in the low hanging clouds.

For centuries of darkness and chaos

Lingered and hung on …

 

 

Until

The Wind gravitated and the clouds traveled,

The Yin rose in the West of the Great Mountain Tai

That shadowed the Early Sun of Confusion

Of Chaos and Order

Of Wars of the Lords, of peasants of lowly existence

Of Killing of the ignorant, the sacrifice of lambs and pigs and cows of labor.

 

 

The Dark Clouds formed the monsoon rain that nourishes

Wheat, corns and soybeans and sorghum, animal feed

Lacking oxygen, nitrogen, magnesium or potassium, producing foods

Of no taste, of no grace, nor deed.

There were no grapes cherry or apple trees

No banana mango grapefruit, coconuts,

But barren roots and waterless leaves…

 

 

That impoverished land of ghosts

That howl night after night, showing their sharp teeth

That sank into the flesh of swallows and chickens

And in years of famine, swallowed insects and roots of trees and grass

That hears the howling of dead ghosts that were never to die

For they hung around year after year

Like Nian the dreaded monster afraid of the red and loud noises

Who only again and again come back

To haunt the newly formed ghosts that feed on animal feeds and dream no dreams

For dreams are for the Man who fetches fire

The Man who casts shadows but see the Sun

Outside.

 

The Yin rose, to curse the Cursed

To revenge on the Oppressor, the Hunter, and the Abuser

Of power and tradition, of the Laws of Evolution,

Weaving chains of domination, of Giant Babies

Yet babies themselves belabored, depressed, and breathing for air

That does not exist, in this impoverished land of Curse and Abandonment

By the Holy Ghost who said to the Masses,

Impoverished only breeds Impoverishment,

Impotence shall not conceive or regenerate.

The Sahara Desert knew better, displaying skeletons to the Ugly.

For the World of Ugly, can only produce a species of Ugliness.

Like ghosts of hunger they fight for scraps, of feces and decomposition

Of dead flesh and of maggots and insects and of Corona viruses

That threaten the spread

To the World of honey and milk, of bananas and cherries and grapefruit.

 

Black Widows, the degenerate species of Giant Babies,

Feed on the bodies of their Mates that have raped, pillaged, ravaged, and fallen

Into the cobweb of their intuitive snare

Like the Black Tautoga Onitis that hides in the cracks

Black cloak hides her white inside of greed and temperament

That sting whenever again her veins, and expose her white belly

When temptation works to lure the victim...

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