To this day, it’s still the same

To be seen and not heard

To speak only when spoken to

Or have my character assassinated

Yet, I must be heard even as an echo

Screaming aloud on silent page

Or heard and not be seen

Speaking when not spoken to

On the wireless and on the web

For my voice is that of sympathy

Apologies – for those too proud

For my voice is deepest love

Forgive me – those who can’t feel

There are no hidden motives

So take it all in before I’m silenced

And my love assassinated.

Cheung-Ling Wong

I’m the spectre in the dusk light

In the garden of shadows

And alluring fragrance

Not just in the flesh

But in spirit I now ponder

Partaking life’s beauty

Long after my footprints

I’ve seen enough ugliness

Enough hurt and pain

More than a lifetime’s share

I’ll leave you in peace

Now that I have found my own.

Cheung-Ling Wong

We are all being put to the test

Careful, those who judge

That you aren’t being tested for conceit

Careful, those who are fortunate

That you aren’t tested for pride

And those of plenty and so much more

Careful, that you aren’t being tested for greed

What right do you have to be our measure?

Of myriad sufferings and circumstance

So unlike and un-liked by you

With supercilious contempt and dismissal

Careful, this could be your ultimate test

To gauge where your conscience bid rest.

Cheung-Ling Wong