Our silverware sold off to china
our crockery
already there
Politicians that float down the Yangtse
pay homage inTiananmen square.
I drink my tea in a cup from Formosa
but that name was sold long ago,
I have asked about Bombay and Persia,
and nobody seems to know.
Things are changing so fast
I wonder will it all last and what
will we sell next and
to whom?
The Country of plenty is now
a room almost empty,
almost but not quite
it is not yet
midnight and the
bell
has yet to toll.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
Our silverware sold off to china
our crockery
already there
Politicians that float down the Yangtse
pay homage inTiananmen square.
I drink my tea in a cup from Formosa
but that name was sold long ago,
I have asked about Bombay and Persia,
and nobody seems to know.
Things are changing so fast
I wonder will it all last and what
will we sell next and
to whom?
The Country of plenty is now
a room almost empty,
almost but not quite
it is not yet
midnight and the
bell
has yet to toll.
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