Salem

Salem

Sha Yan

 

You turned on your red eyes

Erh, you said, without flapping your eyesight

Red salem, fresh, just from the maker

Alas, acceptance is a true key

 

Jesus heard my voice

Clear and sound

Right mingle I will declare

Bring that beef  to justice, entangles

 

Clear traces, not to some rusted memories

Defrosting the ice this year

Not too long ago, now it is spring

Spring and summer belong to blossom

 

Business became tight

Baseliners were always right

Another thinking, maybe more China

I am a poet, I made living on China dealings