Ha Long Bay, Vietnam
Will the world not hear the naked cries
the crime of wicket lies just to gain.
These weary stains cast upon the winds of change
the battle is the same who must we blame.
Denote and then deny
fruitless hearts testing the Mettle of mortal men
The bitter grievance grind the folk lord chimes
now reason no longer rhymes in these difficult times.
Then who’s to concede our collective will no longer believe
still waiting to be relieved of our own inner thieves
Now the vile lust of greed takes hold hungry children in the cold
this story has been told no match for the shine in gold