Until today,As always,
the storm has passed
the news, media, international attention is waning;
National tension is still sustaining.
Endurance is boundless
in this quiet land.
People whisper---
whisper the news, rumors, stories
and pass along everyday,
Where are the heroes?
Where are the knights?
Where are the saviours?
In the quiet land,
people look up the sky
people look into the vast sea
to find what they wanted to see.
The sky is still clear,
The sea has been clam down.
No reaching hand to lift them up,
No, not yet.
Not yet.
In the quiet land,
people have fallen down
slowly, unconsciously, some --- painfully,
willfully, and some unknowingly---
one after another
including one's daughters,
brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers.
In the quiet land,
there are dreams --- somewhat broken
there are prides --- somewhat beaten
there are hopes --- somewhat taken.
In this quiet land.
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