A few of the castle gate and the portion of walls, barley they're remained,
The shade of summer trees grows thicker, the traces of the moat, are drained
And vanished. The old vills and hills, even their old names're disappearing.
From afar, a bird flies and perches on branch, and it's deploring and chirping.
(5th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The mean people rose up themselves and been the militias against the Japanese Colony government at the castle of Honju, and been annihilated there. A hundred years before.
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Good write K.
Hi! Orchidee
Thank you so much for your kind comments. Have a nice weekend!
(such a poignant write dear Poet
thank you!)
birds flock from chaos
gather, upon life's serene remnants
lives, wasted on yet another
uphill struggle
wasted, maybe
forgotten, never
their roar of defiance, against
that universal injustice of fate
still echoes true today
in every battleground of unfairness
decay, as testimony
to the valour in our endeavours
of bravery!
Hi! L. B.
Thank you so much. You encourage me to write a poem. Have a nice weekend!
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