We Did Not Forget*

There is a Chinese saying
That snow will fall
Even in the early days of Summer
When there is injustice in our land

And snow it did
In the capital of this thriving country
On the very day that innocent youths
With nothing but a truly patriotic heart
Were greeted by unimaginable violence
Twenty four dark years ago

For some of us
Living in the margins
Of the corrupted and the truth
In the shadows and the light
We never forget
And never will

The unexpected downpour
As if to say
We’re touched by your souls
Makes a theatrical backdrop
To the performance
Not approved by the few

With a heavy heart we shout
Let our voices be heard
Let our heroes sacrifice not in vain
Let the wrong come to an end

8964
Is not just a string of numbers
It encapsulates the spirit of this enduring fight

A fight we shall ne’er forget

*This was originally posted on my Facebook timeline. I made a few adjustments to the language and re-posted here.

**This poem is my own reflection on the tragic events happened on June 4, 1989, called “Tiananmen Incident,” or more precisely, but less desirably to some, “Tiananmen Massacre.”

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Last night I was on the train

Last night

When I was on the train

Going through the Port of Oakland

I saw numerous gigantic cranes

Sitting along the coastline

Against the orange setting sun

And they reminded me of Tsing Yi

My ear started to hurt

My head started aching

My vision blurred a little

For a moment

I thought I was on the Airport Express

Zooming to Hong Kong Station

Thinking I was going home

Wait

I WAS going home

Just a different home