The stood in queues,
They stood in lines,
They waited for their lunch.
Big brother had another plan,
That put them in the crunch.

They lost their girls,
They lost their joy,
They sold them off to others.
Their spoiled boys were all alone,
Pampered, without brothers.

They gave up freedom,
They worked as slaves,
They yearned for better days.
Big brother had another plan,
That crushed their hopeful ways.

They counted children,
They hid the best,
They sent them overseas.
Thrown to gender genocide,
So their masters, they could please.

They tried one day,
They tried one week,
They stood up to the beast.
But no one in the big wide world,
Helped them in the least.

They remember now,
They bear the wounds,
They own those twenty years,
Tiananmen Square where they once stood,
Is filled with mother’s tears.

Let’s hope for change,
Let’s yearn for truth,
Let’s seek a better path.
We can never let the despot win,
Or give in to their wrath.