Cash-In-Transit Poem by Feipeng Shang

Translated by Yiyan HAN (c)
2018-01-23


When seeing you, always feel a little weird
As you walk like a fox before a tiger
The security guards, resembling robots in Transformers
All have firearms, and are ready to shoot

Everyone likes money. The guards escort you
From one place to another, with their guns
Pointing to every pedestrian who appears suspicious
I don't know who is a prisoner, you or me

No one wishes to hear the gunshot
Those desperate robbers have what sort
Of living situations, we don't know
Why they crave more money, neither

In your belly, how much is the people's blood and sweat
And the life's misery and hope? The people's money
Is far away from people. Like a poor dollar dreamer
When awakened, still hasn't got a penny more