by Mike Berger
Seized by a despot hand,
the beacon falls mute.
Oppression rains down a
veil of silence.
Beijing, Beijing why-
why do you fear a poet's lines?
Imprisonment is futility incarnate.
Atune your deaf ears,
his voice still resonates
through your dark shroud.
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Zhu Yufu
by Mike Berger
Better to join the damned,
better to rot in hell,
than silence a poet's pen.
Better to join the damned,
better to rot in hell,
than silence a poet's pen.
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