Are you in a dungeon of
Cold stones crawled with moss
Caused by years of dripping rain?
Are you in a cave of
Precipitous rock
On the edge of the world
Without any access to home?
Are you drifting in the stream
Washed toward the borderless ocean
Without return?
Are you flying in the sky
Heading for the heaven
Of peace and love?
Are you?
After decades of absence
We finally have to bury you
With the suit you cherished most
And only wore for the most ceremonial occasions
Your inauguration as a physician
Your own wedding
Award receiving
Your children’s graduation
After the horrible torture
Physically and mentally
Are you able to reunite with your fellows
Sharing the same idealism that is
Taboo of the regime?
Are you able to rest in the tomb
We prepared for you
With the suit symbolizing
The greatest honors of your life
And your unbendable dignity?
Are you able to hear, from the soil of your grave
Sun kissing
Bird singing, and
Wind whispering
Over the past decades of longing?
Are you?