Comments about Derek Wong
The perilous day calls for dark night,
Nevermore the crying sun will fall to appease,
Endless continuation of the eternal fight,
Supplied by the young who will not heed.
Smiling with cheers and joy they depart,
As friends and family praise their young,
Filled with patriotic and modest hearts,
For their ballad of life has not been sung.
Eager to their distances they arrive,
Hampered by the veterans’ warning,
“We should not through battle strive,
Those who wish to see the next morning.”
The thundering line of death stands,