Feelings in a Concentration Camp*
Cells are empty and silent.
Execution places are quieter.
Still cause my heart scared,
and make my body quivers.
Bloodstains are darkened.
Cut marks are weathered.
Still murmur earnest prayers,
and utter painful whimpers.
**From Trump’s banning refugees,
I think of the US had refused a ship of 908 Jewish refugees coming from German in 1939.
The ship returned to Europe.
A great deal of those people later died in concentration camps.
From my old files, I find out an old poem and post it here to espress my protest and pain.
This is a translation from the author’s Chinese work
originally posted on: http://blog.udn.com/Y282686/article
01/30/2017