The Great Wall
the builders
at the apex
of their monument
of sufferings
two thousand years
away from us
now quiet as the breeze
that carresses a calm
nonchalant birds cruise
and lifts themselves
above us all excited to
see who could climb
to the top
some two thousand steps
from the start of the wall
at Badaling
and there have our
pictures taken
to be hung in
home sweet home
two thousand miles away
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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