Those Dripping Tears Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

Those Dripping Tears



Those awful soldiers with rifles and swords -
They`ve come to search the place.
But something`s wrong - they tied me in cords.
That hurt; why those dripping tears on my face?

And I heard Mum`s anguishing sobs and cries;
She pleaded with a trembling voice.
Bitter tears streamed from her eyes.
A rude voice: 'Sorry we have no choice.'

They`re scaring me; they pushed me into a van.
Ah! Now I remember her loud screams then;
Those last few words, I understand: 'Goodbye.'
But not her last heart-broken cry: 'Why must he die? '

Those Dripping Tears
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A child's reflection about wartime atrocities during the Japanese Occupation of Singapore 1944.
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