The Fusang Tree

by | Jun 21, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

In the Great Hall of Infamy you all will stand
Who, then, will bow to shake your hands?
Your crimes one day the world will know
The truth, will like the Fusang grow…
Statues of the dead on plinths will stand
Your deeds will be by history damned…
Many fought, and died, for what was just
The few, the flower of freedom crushed…


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