Modern poetry commemorating the Nanjing Massacre: I am Nanjing.

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I'm Nanjing

I am a fetus.

I haven't been born yet

Have no taste yet.

I tasted the sharp knife in m

Modern poetry commemorating the Nanjing Massacre: I am Nanjing.

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I'm Nanjing

I am a fetus.

I haven't been born yet

Have no taste yet.

I tasted the sharp knife in my heart!

I'm Nanjing

I am a young girl.

I am not married.

Stay in the boudoir and wait for your engagement-not yet.

I haven't promised love yet.

I was defiled by the devil holding the red sun and white flag!

I'm Nanjing

I am an old woman.

It's already over sixty years old.

But I didn't live in peace.

My son is on the battlefield.

My daughter was raped.

My grandson was stabbed to death.

Those demons are after me.

They took me to do human experiments.

My body is full of bacteria!

I'm Nanjing

I am a soldier.

I'm about to stop breathing.

Ammunition falling from the sky

A blood flower exploded in my chest.

Blood gurgled out.

I can't protect my country anymore!

Oh, my god

Can you hear the cry of Nanjing?

You use your big feet.

Crush all the silver birds flying in the sky!

Earth!

Can you see the frightened eyes in Nanjing?

You use your big hand.

Crush all these heinous demons with resentment!

I

This is Nanjing.

I cry, cry, cry.

Stump throat blurred the words.

I only have to cry!

With a torn cloth shirt

Wipe the blood and tears from your mouth.

Lift up your eyes and sigh

Just ask for an afterlife in the coming year!

Author: Yan Yijiao

Official account of WeChat: Shi Yu Creative Writing Workshop