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 May 2015
Sylvia Frances Chan
Life Cycle

As a girl I was innocent and naïve
as a twen I became a Mum
must increasingly be on the alert
with no one raise-certificate to educate kids
this was very tiresome to the bits

possess too many intellectual inhuman papers
to build a huge factory perhaps with pampers
where paper weapons can be produced
never say they are "of no use"
but nowhere to find certificates
to educate my kids

look at the giants like Kennedy and Gandhi
they found their peaceful death
at 's worlds greatest slaughtery
the killings with their own products
amongst their own beloved people
such inhuman tragedies
murdered by those paper weapons factories

coursed by human devils
driven by darkest evils
the paper feel, never more

our worst nightmare
I declare
the truth in life's most misery
papers running off
weapons became true rifles
the paper that was trash
a biggest mess
they showed us their biggest ash
as soonest paper weapons' biggest tragedy

killing giants like Kennedy and Gandhi

such a highest treachery
such a comedy
not the divine one
that's pure pun

I must increasingly be on the alert
it never hurt
but eternal absurd!
the papers?
I truly miss them
no sheet to write on
now running out of paper

have to rescue one of the papers
to tell you this biggest tragedy
no human comedy
nor divine

my kids...?

they are
just fine!


© Sylvia Frances Chan

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