Chinese Walls Poem by Nicholas J. Roberts

Chinese Walls



I do not weep for strangers -
That terrible pretence of politicians -
But I smell the burnt bodies
Of this, another hecatomb
Among the lists of human sacrifice;
And how ironic! Thrown down?
They dived - oh they dived -
Straight through the Chinese walls,
Their bodies intermingled -
A finger of a father here,
A toe of someone's child,
How contracted -
What name for these bonds?
Tumble, great citadel of those who sought great deals:
A pack of cards for a pack of lies
Lies buried in your memory.

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2002
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