The Plague of a Thousand Souls
(The Gobi Desert)
St. Mark’s School, Orion Chan, Poetry: Group 4
Traitors, criminals, outlaws –
Villains of the most heinous kinds,
Banished from the Kingdom of Great Walls
To the ‘endless sea’.
Never to return…
Never to be forgiven –
For they are the thousand cursed souls,
Thousands and thousands more!
Reaching out –
Westward,
Equator wards and to the World!
For the plague never rests,
Never stops growing –
Growing!
Devouring whole civilizations,
Kingdoms,
And mighty empires –
For the sand is so dry,
And the desert is ever so thirsty –
A thousand hungry souls,
A thousand hungry mouths to feed,
Athousand and a thousand more!
The sand rides like the wind,
The Blitzkrieg.
Raging sandstorms, crystal-like troops,
Marching through the land to bring about death and destruction.
For the people were too blind to see;
The sand holds many secrets,
Humanity, is one of them –
Tis the plague of a thousand souls,
Thousands and thousandsaa more to go…
