David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Liu Xiaboo


How I wish I had a chair,
The walls so gloomy, staLined and bare,
A cozy place to rest my bones
It would make this prison cell a home;

But oh the humor of the guard,
I can’t peak out and see the yard,
The rough steel of these high hung bars,
An empty cell makes living hard;

How I wish I had a chair,
Standing always life’s unfair;
Those watching eyes, condemning frown
If my knees sink to the ground;

They torture me, they make me stand,
So clever is the mind of man,
They seek to break me of my will,
It leaves no mark this stinging chill;

But oh to have a cushy chair,
To see it standing empty there,
Some safe spot to ease my limbs,
I could better bear Xi Jinping’s whim.

Submitted: Sunday, June 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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