Dreamy Can

Heartbroken is…

Heartbroken is
Losing
Home
Heartbroken is
Losing
Dignity

Heartbroken is
When compensation
Seems to be the only choice.

But can money buy us home?
Can money buy us dignity?
Can money buy us memories?
Can money buy us dreams that sustain?

Heartbroken is
To see
Your rationale behind…
It becomes so obvious,
What am I to you now?

If I sacrifice
For something good,
Something meaningful,
I am more than willing to…

But now

Why do I have to die?
For you to continue the affair
With your many potential wealthy and powerful lovers from there,
And to cast out your own child?

Heartbroken is
Seeing you banish our child,
Criticize his true and honest friends,
and Suffocate their achievable alternatives.

Why didn’t you ask them sincerely
before you made decision?
And now to blame them
for being too late to argue?
How could they genuinely represent themselves
With the constrains under your system of ruling?

Heartbroken is
When your eyes
are blinded
Heartbroken is
When you turn a deaf ear
To my weakening voice

Heartbroken is
Feeling
Love is
Gone.

Mother Earth to Father Government
On settling the issue of their child, Choi Yuen village
Oct 2009

家亡前的最後一次煙花

看著虛假的和諧
毫不動容
在想
那些受著苦難
被欺壓的村民
那些為了大利益
而犧牲小我的人
看到了這一幕一幕的壯麗歡騰
會有什麼感覺
當煙花不再燦爛的時候
就好像
那裡都不再屬於

Imposing an invented new “Chineseness” on the tiny hybrid melancholy dust

Why are you at my place,
Speaking her language,
Using her characters?
“She is good at copying,”
You said.
“You are the special one.”
Then why do you expect me to be…
Just like her?
Where am I?
What do you want?
Who can I trust?
How can I live?
Nothing really matters now…
Not anymore.
Goodbye.
I am losing myself…
I have lost myself.
I stayed, I faded,
Disappearing…
But I never leave my homeland – my bygone fragrant harbour