A hurricane tore North Carolina
After ripping Haiti!
It stalks like a hyena,
Leaving a trail of calamity!
I, The Earth, was turning in my sleep.
Humans live for seventy years.
Some build in areas that are deep
Or somehow interfere with my affairs.
May 8, 2022 the
A worker's plight
In a big factory
To lower the head and work for hours
Cannot see, cannot hear, cannot gossip, cannot interfere
Just like an instrument
In an instrument box
Seated a fixed place
Do a fixed job
Waited to be taken out
Or else become useless
Did the pen write one's mind
The paper has no rights to interfere
Everyone has his own secrets
Dreams and requests
You have no rights to question
Unless you are deprived of
An equal and fair share on earth
The lonely lamp pole
Stand by the roadside
Day and night
Watching
Pedestrians too busy to look up
Drivers too involved to admire
The old lamp pole
Just like an old mother
Standing by the children's side
Watching
Too old to interfere
Too old to be helpful
And now
The children have grown up
Tall and fat
And now
They know how to fly
High and far
And will finally
Out of sight
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