Poems on the Death of Liu Xiaobo, Nobel Peace Prize Laureate The Society July 13, 2017 Human Rights in China, News of Note, Poetry 2 Comments To Liu Xiaobo by Morgan Downs Xiaobo—you are from hence forever gone. Meanwhile, your executioners remain. Even now, they overcast where you have lain And scrape as best they can your measure on An ignominious oblivion, Hunting after an afterlife—in vain. The cudgel and the prison may profane What has been; what has been is not undone. The despot lives, but only presently, One with the caprice of his reprimand, And transient as the masque of sovereignty. The righteous from conception but ascend Into the eons, a fraternity Whose truth is their eternal fatherland. Morgan Downs is a poet in his 20s living in Massachusetts. Let’s Raise Our Cup by Evan Mantyk Let’s raise our cup to Liu Xiaobo, Who shined a light on China’s ills; But ‘fore the cup from lip does fall, Let’s raise it up until it spills; We’ll raise it up for Gao Zhisheng, The lawyer still in house arrest, A hero who has gone unsung, Who’s beaten down and put to test; We’ll raise it up for Falun Gong Who’re victimized but always calm, Exposing how the Party’s wrong, Unwavering, yet branch of palm. We’ll raise and raise forevermore, And drink away the blood red shore. Evan Mantyk teaches history and literature in the Hudson Valley region of New York. Liu Xiaobo (1955-2017) by Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei “China remains a prison of the mind: prosperity without liberty.” —Liao Yiwu Two days before release of Charter Zero-Eight was shown the Chinese Communist Police arrested Liu Xiaobo. His crime was that he called for human rights, democracy, and greater freedom of expression, less bureaucracy. In prison, he was not allowed to meet with legal help. Confined in solitary, he was only offered health. It took the Chinese Communists six months to charge him for suspicion of incitement to subvert the Chinese Core. In 2010, Liu Xiaobo got the Nobel Prize for Peace. In 2017 he died, and had not been released. Before he died, the Beijing PSB said he’d confessed; and liver cancer took him off—the Party’s happy guest. Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei is a poet living in Washington State Related Post ‘Song of Us’ and Other Poetry by by Amy Foreman Song of Us Face to face, polite and careful, Tentative we were, and prayerful, Neither one of us would dare pull More from this than met the eye. ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Lu "Reed ABCs" Wei July 19, 2017 Kudos to Mr. Mantyk, who, in his iambic tetrametres, keeps before us people, like Gao Zhisheng, “A hero who has gone unsung.” I am reminded, even if only peripherally, of Thomas Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard,” and I appreciate the thought. Reply The Society August 6, 2017 A relevant poem recently submitted to the Society. Find Liu Xiaobo’s name in one of the lines.. On Weibo Li “Web Crease” Du On Weibo, searches for his name result in zero hits. It is as if he is a man who cannot now exist. The lightning thunderstorm above Beijing must mark the end of some heroic figure who in darkness must descend. An empty chair sits on a rug within a circle’s light. but it cannot now be discussed—this dark and empty night. He had no hatred and no enemies, but no one dare repeat those words, because they were too dangerous to air. The censors are now out in force; but do not say good-bye. Light up his eXit and observe his going with a sigh. Reply Leave a Reply to The Society Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.