“Alas! Our women, ain’t, as fertile
As farms, of, our, prosperity’s dreams”
Posterity, of a, moribund isle
Resents, its trial, to, ethnic extremes
“We won’t, last long, as a nation” it seems!

Has, the rising sun, fallen, from grace
Is this, the Japan, that wreaked, World War
On, earth’s face, to win, supremacy’s race
Is now, its misery’s, metaphor!

Pride, and Prejudice, doesn’t, let them plead
For succour, from the, ‘lesser’ world
More graveyards, fill, than, cradles breed
A pedigree, of the, high-hats’ herd!

For the, futility of, Japan’s ethos
A legacy, is lost, without, a trace
Stinks of, a ritual, of pathos
The Land, Of A, Dying Race!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra

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“Alas! Our women, ain’t, as fertile
As farms, of, our, prosperity’s dreams”
Posterity, of a, moribund isle
Resents, its trial, to, ethnic extremes
“We won’t, last long, as a nation” it seems!

Has, the rising sun, fallen, from grace
Is this, the Japan, that wreaked, World War
On, earth’s face, to win, supremacy’s race
Is now, its misery’s, metaphor!

Pride, and Prejudice, doesn’t, let them plead
For succour, from the, ‘lesser’ world
More graveyards, fill, than, cradles breed
A pedigree, of the, high-hats’ herd!

For the, futility of, Japan’s ethos
A legacy, is lost, without, a trace
Stinks of, a ritual, of pathos
The Land, Of A, Dying Race!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra