KWAI RIVER

Precinct of soldiers murdered,

Sacrificed to bridges, cuttings,

And bloody empire,

Fiefdom of thugs once lauded,

Such sordid lords of the flies,

Burning now in hell fire.

But the place is party central tonight,

Tourists walked their dogs

On the bridge today,

All along the river

Lights burn so bright

While floating restaurants

Blast and beat their way

Under the bridge,

Hidden, black as darkness,

As if it only spanned

In daylight hours,

This monument, this testament,

This curse

Upon another era's greatest powers.

Today I walked by the graves
And I cried,

Distressed,

Stressed tears
For lives stolen away.