Collaboration Poem by Amala Comer
Collaboration
This fickle tune
that plays in our heads
While you smile
for the camera
our brothers lay dead.
Words fall from your lips
into the dust,
protecting your backs
from China's distrust.
This melodiuos note
sounds well to the ear
but we face the challenge
alone
with our fear.
The face of Yu
will melt into the flames
The answers are ours
Not Communist mind games.
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