"The Wait" a sketch by: Mike Uren
They claim that some of the shanghai victims are still lingering around...
"Lost" a sketch by: Mike Uren
Mike D. circa 1913
Who needs cars when you have boats...
The unsuspecting bar patrons
"The Shanghaier" a sketch by: Mike Uren
Mike U. circa 1913
The whispering wind that calls my name.
My vain reply to empty space.
My arms will not comply, with my command.
I hear you say “good bye,” forever again.
And now my eyes are open wide.
I feel my back against the ground.
The lights are flashing dark then bright.
I run in fear from whispering sounds.
And shadows in the distance. Darkness all around.
I see myself as someone else.
I blink my eyes, become myself.
I see a hero save a girl like you.
I feel you pull my sleeve. I smell your perfume.
And I sit frozen in place.
I try to talk but I cannot.
You scream in fear and fall through space.
My heart is pounding. I’m distraught.
Something’s stopping me and I can’t make it stop.
Fifteen years tormenting me,
Believing you were dead.
Dusty darkness run and scream.
As I let you go again.
I yell in fear you fall through space.
My heart is pounding. Yours has stopped.
In stunning silence, I can hear a needle drop.
As I stand frozen in space.
I hear the ticking of a clock.
The master calls inches away.
My fate is sealed my soul’s been bought.
It’s off to foreign seas where I can learn a lot.
Once shanghaied, the victims would be stowed away and taken away in the dark of the night
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