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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365707" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don't Let Me Die in China, Lord!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a fright the other night, <br>I dreamt that I was ill, <br>The Angels fluttered round my bed, <br>They said: 'Now you be still! '<br>My heart beat like a pounding drum, <br>The pain was like a sword, <br>I had one thought, and only one: <br>'Don’t let me die in China, Lord! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vision would not let me be, <br>I saw the future clear, <br>The landlord breaking down the door<br>To find me lying there.<br>'The Lao Wai’s gone, not paid the rent! '<br>He’d say in pu tong hua, <br>'We’d better call the embassy<br>They’ll send around a car.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The embassy refused the car, <br>They didn’t want to show, <br>'He must belong to someone else, <br>He isn’t ours, you know! '<br>The neighbours filed in through the door<br>To look the last on me, <br>And clear the flat of anything<br>Not quite nailed down, you see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He looks all right, now that he’s dead, '<br>One mother told her son, <br>'Perhaps we should have talked to him.'<br>'- a little late now, Mum! <br>They say he studied pu tong hua<br>But never got it sussed, <br>We’ll have to make the funeral<br>As if he’s one of us.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So later on that day they brought<br>The baskets full of flowers, <br>The big round silvery disks that shone<br>While they drew straws for hours, <br>For who would wail and cry for me<br>As I had no-one near, <br>So two wai po’s in old black clothes<br>Said: 'Fifty kwai an hour! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For fifty kwai they set their chant<br>And woke the neighborhood, <br>And no one said to keep it down, <br>The Chinese understood.<br>A funeral is a sacred thing<br>For Han or old Yang Wei, <br>They kept their vigil for three days, <br>Then said: 'Today’s the day! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At four o’clock that morning<br>In the stilly dark, forlorn, <br>They set up all their crackers<br>To erupt before the dawn, <br>They woke up all the neighbours<br>Who came down to see who wept, <br>While other Lao Wai’s turned in bed, <br>Rolled over, cursed, and slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then the band, it started up, <br>An old Han marching song, <br>The big bass drum beat out of time, <br>A little late for some; <br>A little early for all those<br>Who just had got to sleep, <br>I wasn’t quite the flavour of<br>The neighborhood that week.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At six o’clock they marched away<br>All following the hearse, <br>A wooden cart pulled by four men, <br>I thought: 'Could things be worse? '<br>They marched along the highway<br>Disregarding life and limb, <br>The band it played along the way<br>A revolution hymn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I awoke, (the pain had gone) , <br>A-tremble, in a sweat, <br>I wasn’t ready then, I knew, <br>For Buddha’s belly yet! <br>And so I raised my eyes on high<br>To plead, entreat, implore: <br>'If you would grant me just one wish: <br>Don’t let me die in China, Lord! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">21 May 2006</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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I dreamt that I was ill, 
The Angels fluttered round my bed, 
They said: 'Now you be still! '
My heart beat like a pounding drum, 
The pain was like a sword, 
I had one thought, and only one: 
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