Sonnet 135
Laijon Liu 20160629
Whoever has will, does live
As the will you had that made you
And the will I have now succeeded
So your will becomes mine, I know
Whoever will come, will also write
The same will to pass down
For generations to read on
Raise our cup, and shout “Thine will be done!”
This will is a tiger skin rug
Flattened under our feet
Not a trophy of dead, but a majestic spirit
That forever haunts them in the nights.
Let no cowards, no greedy poachers rule;
Believe only this: be true and be brave.
