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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