July Haiku (2009)

Once this was a field

Of paddy, rodents, scare crow

Now it is all red

Once in this mountain

We heard the woodcutter’s song

Now the wood is fired

Once they waved goodbye

With little hands to the trucks

Now they trigger guns

The lantern waited

For him to blow off its light

But wind blows it off

The missing politics

Lets you live but your heart agrees

Not with your civics

Cut them by their throat

Before they teach their children

How to steal our lives