This April, Instead Of Joy Or Glee Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

This April, Instead of Joy or Glee

Spring is well on its way, 'tis April now,
And one has watched many a petal-fall,
Pear and cherry bloom adrift in showers,
A sight expected long and savored by all.

Perhaps a carol should've been writ, to sing
Praise of th' bliss bestowed, to express my joy,
Like birds that freely dart and sweetly warble,
Like the bubbling brooks that run, Nature's toy...

But how could I, when April kills quick, agile
With wishful dreams, when it numbs vigilance,
A dame-sans-merci, with red lips, cruel
Be-guiling, trapping lives with colored decoy?

Vultures can be seen, stalking, in the mind's eye,
While Death creeps and bell tolls, as none can deny.
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By Perdita (Petite/Ning Hsin-erh)on April 20th,2010, much saddened by the series of tragic news of appalling disasters that have befallen home and abroad...