Twenty-four years’ marriage certificate released today
Mirrors cracked, tragedy lives where apathies traces.
We, create only a smaller voice than
the angels, have crouched hopes in
We, A Mountain, An Ocean, or at A Journey
Gazing sky, we see no woman and children play
Tears which she planted in a frozen hut are exposed
The tears are saved and we have vases of sorrow drink
Unfairness imprisoned herself inside this cage
The sorrow that was building transforms rage
And fire within us naturally grow
We, A Mountain, An Ocean, or at A Journey
The Truth, The Sun and all about her fairness right
Armed for slaughter, her mouths spilling words
Mountains echo as we choke on an ocean of sorrow
An end with hopes is what we patiently await.
Note: For a chained woman who been human trafficked
in China.
