From Hiroshima Back To Nanjing

                                                   August  1998

Paper cranes fly over the Pacific Ocean/>,
Carrying messages of dead or live victims,
From the Atomic Bomb blown city Hiroshima/>/>;
A brass bell hung in front of the United Nations,
For eternal world peace by Japanese children,
Locates in New York City/>/> of America/>/>.
Anti-Bomb demonstration every year,
Still unable to wipe off their blood and tears…

They tried to cover up the war they started,
Rewriting their text books without secret,
The Prime Minister visited the Japanese shrine,
With his respect to the war crime.
In movies, facial lifting the criminal as saviors,
Instead of Japanese invaders in Asia/>.

The miserable history can not be changed,
Written with thousand tons of blood stain.
Seeing the photos of “ The Rape in Nanjing/>/>”,
So ruthless, completely out of what you think.
Three hundred thousands of Chinese,
Slaughtered by the soldiers of Japanese.
They assaulted, raped countless women;
With swords threw around babies and infants;
Relentlessly chopped off men’s heads
With animal grins, they enjoyed the bloodshed;
Dumped people into ponds with mail sacks,
Hand grenades exploded inside the packs.
Which killing is more un-human?
Atomic bomb or those cold blood performances?

Those Chinese souls need no brass bell and chime,
Those Asian souls need no paper cranes and fly,
Reaching the hearts and conscience of Japanese,
Who are longing for so-called eternal world peace.
They should take some actions with confession,
To the whole world to make a sincere apology.

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