Those Who Love
Once upon a time
a boxer and a saint fight
screams! Death to the saint.
Fires rage, saints die
boxers rage more war with saints
seas of blood run wide.
Saints love orphans well.
Boxers kill the ones who love.
Who is left to love?
A country mourns deep
as the ones who love are dead.
God cries for His saints.
Tears are shed for loss.
No one wins the war they fought
when those who love die
About the Author
Jennifer Dean-Hill
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Gee. This is legit poetry. I’m impressed.
You really communicate the essence of the books. We’ll done.
“No one wins the war they fought
when those who love die”
What a way to end an excellent epic poem. I wonder… what happened to Bao when his life was spared? I want to imagine that Vibiana’s sacrifice convicted him and he took up the task of living love.
Jen
Beautiful capture of one spirit of the book. The poem is beautiful.
Beautifully done, Jen.
One wonders just what the message(s) were that Yang was trying to get across. The book saddened me in many ways.
Looking forward to seeing you in Hong Kong!!
Well done, Jenn! See you in Hong Kong!
This is beautiful, Jen! I love,
“No one wins the war they fought
when those who love die”
It’s a sad comment on the way war tears people apart.
(I wish I had thought to do multiple stanzas, BTW!)