Flames Before My Eyes

Furry or indignation, after the Taiwanese presidential election, has just begun. Doubts, accusations, and conspiracy theories creep up pipes of cyber communication.

I witness the flames ignited.

If only it could be as easy as spilling guts in the battlefields, if only it could be as simple as being sent to the guillotine, to manifest the love for motherland.

No, you are not right, nor just. You are of your choice, obliged to the laws of democracy.

O, have you forgotten the path thus far?

Why must you kindle the blaze of hearts?

O, do you not feel the beast ravaging the minds?

Ah, the smokes blind me.

In dismal spirit, not for rain, I chant:

We are a generation (would be) forgotten in history but a paragraph of despair;

We are a generation whose hopes turn into a word of scare;

We are a generation strives to prosper only to be defeated by myopia;

Such a generation, not alone, lives once more with curious flair.