I'm going home to Chinatown

I'm going home to Chinatown

A Poem by Raquella

I am sweeping up the dead insensitivity,
Left over from the Night’s cruel games.
We watched the soldiers run through our blood and prayers.
Someday we will have to listen with our eyes,
And make this place something to celebrate about.

I have always had this weird sense of fame,
From that I know that Night always lasts longer than Day.
And, I’m aware that my castle balances on its last straw of dynasty.

When the emperor finally falls,
We will soar from the hills,
And run into the dark punishments
That follow from the conquerors that know us as brothers.

There are those who disagree,
There are those who stay just to please,
I want to go where the girls don’t care,
Exactly what they wear because,
They are selling themselves by dusk.
 
I have always had this weird sense of brokenness,
I know that the Night can heal my deepest wounds,
And, yes, I am aware that my castle is in ruins.

When the emperor finally falls,
We will cry from the hills,
And be whipped with the punishments that we once ensued,
And all of my brothers will be slaughtered too,
Because this is the new age of kill to be killed.

There are some, who like to get what they want,
There are some, who stay inside the lines,
I want to go where the girls don’t care what they wear,
Because they are the ones fighting by night.

© 2011 Raquella


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Added on June 18, 2011
Last Updated on June 19, 2011
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Raquella
Raquella

Argentina



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Hola, mi nombre es Leña .... me gusta escribir, pintar, y dibujar. ```````` Mi escritura es de gran alcance. Un lote es de las drogas, el alcohol, el abuso y surrealista. ```````` .. more..

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