[創作] There Used to Be a Paradise

[frolicker (像孩子般)]

There used to be a paradise
In which anngels danced with every sunrise
Fertility was a perpetual offering
Giving pumpkins, persimmons luscious and flaming
Growing under the blue sky and the evening glow
That on the surrounding jade-green mountains did sew
So purely lovely, as every life there
Merriment flowed from each to each in the joyful air
The angels’ happy chants were always continuous
To Life, Nature, and True Happiness

One day, these new arrivals came
With their faces pale and grave all the same
In hands of one who spoke a pitch
Holding a simple sheet, on which－
A language unknown; they called it Contract
Which could make everything, they said, a fact
They showed friendliness and－weird condescendence
Promising the angels Home and Land was the circumstance
Innocent and simple-hearted
Asked to put a fingerprint, the angels did...

Catastrophe came about in the night abnormally chill
A large number of the pale armed with guns came to kill－
They were the monsters named Government
Shouting "Leave for the sealed Land in an instant!"
Then, exiled to a Home new one
The angels were given carriages to ride on
While they refused－by Soul
Holding their last treasure invisible
They strode away－on foot
Government followed and held guns threatening to shoot

The long way was grievous suffering
For the cold, the wounds, and the stomachs starving
Immortal are souls; bodies fade
They became a death parade
People passed away while the Government commanded
"Once three days for burying or just rid!"
So they carried the bodies of their beloved
None of them dropped a tear－no one did－
No exposure of Soul－such sublime Dignity
While people passed by, seeing did drop liters with sympathy

Hence it was called Trail of Tears
Inferring sorrow of sight from the seers
Had you seen them, you would weep too to a sight like this:
Numb-looking mothers carrying cold, stiff babies,
Husbands carrying wives’ bodies, and－
Sons carrying parents’ with one in each hand......
And if seeing toward the way they came－how remote
Could anyone still sing a note?
Even if one could, wouldn’t it be a melody
But rather－a centurial Elegy



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