Confession

幽幽鹿鸣/Yoyoluming

My ancestors said long ago:
To talk with a gentleman
Is worth reading away ten years
In life.
The same ancestors also altered history,
Burned books and buried those
Gentlemen alive.
Now we can brag
About our glorious past
With more lies and more coverup.
Yet we can no longer talk with the
Gentlemen
Who would never like tea bags.
I sit under the starry sky,
With sleepless eyes.