To A Chinese
Refugee Child
4
Then whose the blame
who the sinner against the
blameless young?
Know you not ?
Their’s the blame
the idle rich
who feed themselves
with buttered bread and roll on
beds of gold
who roast their pie
on your country’s conflagration
and line their coats
by selling ammunition
dealers of death
Their’s the blame
who, hymns of peace upon their
lips
raised and an empty dream
of united world
the League of Nations
but secretly
fished and carved
for sheer self-aggrandisement
speaking words of disarmament
but building up piles
of death dealing weapons
And their’s
who conniving with ulterior
motives
lost all words of righteous
protest
at your country’s violation
deaf and dumb
sat counting the golden coins in
their wallets
their’s the blame
who sobbed and sighed
and blame her too
that empress of yours
who wasted all the treasure
raised by taxing famished
peasants
in reckless aestheticism
money saved
for armored ships to defend the
land
by wise statesmanship
spent and wasted in a pleasure
yatch
of gold and ivory
the Taj Mahal of Chinese
craftsmanship
with jeweled frescoes, pearl
borders
and gold enamel
where craftsmen laboured
for months and months ....
When such a yatch
Began to sail on the royal lake
the premier beat his brow
and muttered sorely
“Oh yes, Oh yes
if tomorrow the arrogant shipsof
the Japanese
surround and attackthis land of
ours
surely this dainty fleet
of our royal queen
will be a match and more than so...
now where is the problem of defence.”.
These wanton rulers of your unfortunate land
they are those who sinned against
you
their’s the blame
And your war lords
how much to blame are they
to gorge themselves with selfish
hopes
and rule in full autocracy
who fought amongst themselves
out off from their country’s body
an arm with brother arm
plundered marauded, laid desolate
the prosperous garden,
the motherland bathed it in
rivers of brotherly blood
and even yielded to the country’
foe
victorious rose with his cursed
blessing
strong in his strength
to scathe your country’s power
they are those who sinned against
you
their’s the blame
And those who step to usurp a
throne
when the nation lies ableeding
puppet kings of an alien power
who dare not gaze
on the midday sun
ablaze on your banner
who revel in chains of an alien power
who suck and bite
and crack and eat
the very bones of their native
land
like dogs on a lead
they are those who have sinned
against you their’s the blame