Sonnet 012
Laijon Liu 20160226
When I review my past from childhood to now
I witness the sufferings three generations have fought
I read the ancient the proud the humane kingdoms ruined
Those heavenly gardens trashed by warlords’ torches
When young and hopeful sunflowers held their heads high
Burnt by the sun of its scorching ruthless flame
When the land of green filled with fruits in her name
Ravaged by hunger, bandits and red dragon’s fire
Then peasants became herds, driven off their home to
coasts
Countrymen turned to slaves, and programmed to act tamed
Society, arts, and careers… worlds of rigged games
So I wail, and escape the unfair fight for hope
Ah, families like dandelions, everywhere
Severed by winds and drift, to sow seeds
