Fertile minds rich with humus
Yet grew not humanity
Deep and well drained
Waiting for plough and water
Yet only cruel weeds thrived
With all the opportunities
Fear and loathing roamed
With all nature’s blessings
Bad seeds scattered and honed
Or nothing planted at all
The harvest will have to wait
Till I’m weeded and fallowed.
Cheung-Ling Wong
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