my country my people

Writing about web page http://www.dahe.cn/xwzx/zt/sh/zehr/index.htm

Last time it was her, si yi,
the litte girl with the sweetest name,
and the bitterest death

this time it is them,
young slaves in the darkest brick kiln
and their heart breaking parents

Do we still need the legend
of the crying cuckoo
Do we still have tears
to soften the stone
Do we still dare to close eyes
in the dark
Do we still care what’s going to last
in our blood

do we still remember
do we still believe
do we still dream
do we still suffer
do we still speak
do we still think
do we still hope
do we still read
do we still pray
do we still feel
do we still act

do we still let live
or do we still live

I wrote all these in trembling and fear,
and again I ask even that I have the answer

how can I still assert
the hope of the hopeless
how can I still argue
the power of the powerless
how can I still fancy
the freedom of the never freed
how can I still write
the ethics for the unethical

and how can I still insist
what I am doing is
actully right

Outside my window I see a crow hopping joyfully among the smelly trash

Xiu Wang : 26 Jun 2007 15:36 |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem