The Land Of The Sinking Sun

It no more rises in the east
It sets in every direction
That fertile farm at last grows least
World no more calls this dead land “Nippon”!

More coffins sell than cradles now
Many funerals surpass few child births
How can Japan thus disavow
Its prosperity destined to ethnic dearths!

How long will young care for the old
Spend their salaries on their pensions
How will it sell what has never sold
A dream of dreadful dimensions!

Japan will be a history soon
Buried in the dust of oblivion
How a bane became its fleeting boon
The Land Of The Sinking Sun!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra

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