The Land of Thieves and Murderers

I live in a land of thieves and of murderers.
Ruled by yet another set of thieves and murderers,
Who equals or exceeds the prior.

Judged by umpires and officials, both inept and corrupt.
Whence justice and equality is more equal for the some,
And lesser for the not-some, ala Orwellian 'Animal Farm'.

I live in a land where opportunities are not based upon merits,
But favour dependent on the 'Who' that you know.
Or the palm that you otherwise grease.

I live in a land immoral and sinful.
I live in a land depraved.
I live in a land in fear of itself.
Of what tomorrow brings.

Ode To An Orange Moon (Part II: The Closing Chapter)

Tonight....

"A long time ago,
 A half orange moon I gazed.

 A moment in impulse then,
 A pen I grasped in hand.

 A prose I scribed,
 A match in you it described.

 A dandelion t'was for then.
 A dandelion so too this is for now.

 A wait too long.
 A goodbye, a farewell song.

 A-Mei's 趁早"