By Van Biak Thang
Chinland Guardian
April 14, 2006
In the middle of the night
A three-year old child in ugly fright
Out of its bed, screams once then sobs
Rushing to its parents as if be no stops;
“I dream of you being taken and beaten,”
Says it out of breath, stricken and shaken,
“And myself being left alone in the dark.”
In the middle of the day
A three-year old child, injured in this play
From what it’s seen, runs for woods and rice
Without telling its parents but in a trice;
“What are these for?” asks its surprised mother
Grim and worried, “For soldiers! They are here!”
Says it in a hurry as if trying to save the ark.
In the middle of the game
A three-year old child, shamed and tame
Out of faith, nods twice then agrees
With downward its eyes, to all decrees
As forced and ruled only to obey always
“I am afraid,” to its father’s why, it says
Since orders and powers sway and bark.