The Words of the Gobi Desert
Holy Family Canossian College, Lam Wing Yi Eda, Poetry: Group 3
The southern part of my body has been aching,
The ploughing has given me pain.
None of them will know my feelings,
None of them will cry my ache.
They thought of me when they needed me,
They’ve forgotten me now that I’ve been exploited.
Learning that you ploughing another,
My heart is like a heavy stone.
They would never stop hurting you
Until you are no longer nutritious.
At first you will think you’re useful,
But years after, you will think you are virtuous
But now it is you who is just sitting here,
Looking on without lifting a finger
Just using your mouth to ‘interfere’
What the DISPARITY between you and them?
