Dragon Boat Festival Poem by KunJung Hsiao

It's a special Dragon Boat Festival,
No dragon boats racing,
No drums resound in the river,
There are viruses float in the air,
no matter political or real.

It commemorates an ancient Chinese poet,
the only sober when everyone was drunk,
the prophet who saw his kingdom's future,
the lonesome fighter against majority flatters,
the adviser who threw himself into the Mi Lo River
for his king obeying the careerist's will.

There were seven kingdoms in China then.
Selfishness and coldness of human nature toward the result.
The careerist finally ruled the others
by the strategy associated with the distant kingdoms and attacked neighbors.

Many thousands of years passed,
People gradually forgot what they had felt and thought,
and history always repeated the same mistake.
The winner or loser finally became the dust.

I prefer the tale of a love story that happened at the festival
about a snake monster and a handsome man.
Drink the realgar wine,
Taste the different tastes of rice dumplings,
and feel the strongest love between creatures.
It's summer, and we need not feel sorrow.