See the red Victoria Sheung

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Finger gun, “hands in the air!” Ice heart, kindled glare. To you, the faceless worker, To us, a father, a son, a beloved brother Spare us! You won’t, as you dart From a conscience you play no part. “You,” I point my finger gun at the dark Surrounded, howling ghosts drown the lark Is this the world we’ve bred? Raindrops drip drop, see the red.

See the red

By Victoria Sheung

ASIAN OUTLOOK

Gun shots, pow pow! Louder than the truth (what truth?) Mugshots plastered — front page! Sensationalized, rationalized! Trace the patterns and Erase the memory. All these lives are just numbers on a chart. But how can you deny? The throbbing of entangled hearts, strangled by wrangled screams, mangled underneath paper dreams. Give me strength, mother and father. Their invisible hands carry me. Sweet melody, Silent weeps, The song weaves through ~ the tremor shaking up the country. Crossing lands has never been easy Blistered hands

Still, they call him sleazy

Forgetting, remembering, We are family!

The tired dad and his young lad. Churning hearts, triumphant grad! Sturdy is the ground for the proud stride, The endless march and bumpy ride. Sturdy stays the ground for the lofty climb

The sober step and extra dime.

Simple wishes, steady days Yet lives are greeted by black deaths and red tears ~ Finger gun, “hands in the air!” Ice heart, kindled glare. To you, the faceless worker, To us, a father, a son, a beloved brother Spare us! You won’t, as you dart From a conscience you play no part. “You,” I point my finger gun at the dark Surrounded, howling ghosts drown the lark Is this the world we’ve bred? Raindrops drip drop, see the red.