Sick Spring In Sunk Shanghai Poem by Amarantus Lauriere

Sick Spring In Sunk Shanghai



By all odds tickles the relish of spring,
Point-blank buds bloom and birds sing.
Against all odds all these are out of reach,
For both slaughtered thought and smothered speech.

Free-range livestocks are striking out unfettered pace,
Full season of splendor ready to embrace;
Pent-up people are the only ones out of kilter,
One moment of freedom not allowed to pilfer.

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