The Dark Sky-

 I stand in the middle of deserted suburban road,
Staring at the Dark Sky.
As I feel the cold . . .
Thinking about it I try

I start to walk
But not very far
But in the night, I feel I am stalked . . .
By the shadows as I view the burning stars

The horizon is a dim blue,
The sun has gone away
And as I stand pride and true,
I am here to stay . . .

But before the blue, there was the Red
Out of nowhere, came the Red.
As I climb the hill which has opposed me many times
I see my life, my home, my friends, things of many kinds
Buried under the ash,
Under the rubble,
And in the distance, I hear the Red storm’s thunder . . .
To tear my dreams asunder . . .

And yet I have no idea why the far west,
Slaughtered mercilessly,
Or why the moon’s crest,
Smiles endlessly

But there is nothing left,
It was all gone,
And the day we the United made our descent,
Was the day the world fell down

I know I will see the Red again
They come in pride and numbers
But while I am out,
They are in a pleasant slumber

And as I stand in the middle of deserted suburban road,
Staring at the Dark Sky
I wondered why all my dreams, my hopes, my visions,
Were all meant to die

(Excerpt from James Blackwell’s journal on June 28th, 2008, 6 years after Communist China invaded)