While you abhor from distant shore
I sit and cry, can do no more
E’en those I love seem not to care
of what went wrong, what happened there.
Were those lives really lost in vain
Will freedom ne’er rise here again
The high and mighty in their hubris
Suppressing even slightest protest.
Their time will come, they’ll be found wanting
Their deeds that day, their memories haunting.
So many seem to have forgotten
that at their core lies something rotten.
Oh how I yearn to shout but cannot
in this pressure cooker land
All word, all talk of those brave students
Here it seems is ever banned.
(written in China, 2009)