aug 8 revisited

jukebox : hush the dead are dreaming

young soldier
heart burning with Malayan pride
cheeks stinging with quenched dreams
stoic resolve unfeeling
to solide through a 180 degree turn of fate
and mission
an old mantra of justice and humanity
to one of prosperity and progress
spawning children of apathy
and culture devoid
bastions of communism really
socially actually
do we sing pledges of hope
for our own sake or for his?
his empire of shared riches?
or shared devoid?
if only these untainted youth
knew of tricks and schemes
a young soldier's dream crashes and burns
into a red phoenix going where?
somewhere just i hope