2 poems by Jameson (Jason) Chee-Hing

The World Is Not Right

The world is not right
when It is not just

Do not forget us
we have no voice
tell the world about us
the voiceless...the enslaved...the displaced…the imprisoned

To the poets and writers 
do not forget us
give words to our plight
tell the world

We are in the re-education camps
forced to renounce our faith...our birthright…re-educated
we are in the nameless prisons 
we dared to speak out
dared to want
want what you take for granted
our basic rights

We are the displaced
violently removed from our ancestral lands
because we look different
we have no voice
we are the forgotten souls

I am now a number 
recorded in some book
the list of the forgotten
buried under my native soil
in the deep woods
no marker for my loved ones
they have only their memories now

The world is not right 
when it is not just.




My Generation

And when the night falls from the sky
and darkness is upon us
I despair for my generation
How can we find meaning?
When there is no moon to guide us?

I despair
when hope 
Is sucked from us
like the air in a burning house

How can we continue to live like this?
when self-expression
is met with more state repression
Must we live like our fathers?
and their fathers
obediently accepting
what you preach to us.

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Jameson (Jason) Chee-Hing is a poet, essayist and writer. His poems have been featured in several anthologies. Jameson writes about relationships, social justice and the human condition. He grew up in the inner-city neighbourhoods of Toronto, Ontario. Jameson can be reached at jchee-hing@sympatico.ca

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