(Vietnamese song-that-luc-bat-style poem)
In the darkness, there she sat,
Broken-self and flat-presence.
The shame begat silence,
To tell the violence ‘gainst her.
The defectors tempted fate,
Were robbed, jailed, shot, raped with hate.
Freedom – a cruel bait,
The gruesome risks negate the gains.
P.S. The above poem was written in Vietnamese ‘song that luc bat’ poetry style. For more information about that poetry style read this article on Wikipedia.
by Christina (unknown comic).