There is not much time left.
Dunzhe Ling
Believe it or not.
A bullet came through time and space.
It's far behind me now.
Only 100 meters away.
Before it kills me.
I saw someone say
Birth at the peak, false support
Witnessed the pious apostles at night.
I want to say is
We are all our own fig leaf.
Who is the hypocritical support?
Who is following devoutly?
God will betray himself eventually.
There is not much time left.
Time is really running out.
Let me draw another picture.
I wish I could write another poem.
I just want to kiss my bride again.
Even if everything in the world is infected with the virus.
I can't be afraid-
Poems by Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, writer and artist.