Shi Tao
Shi Tao, a Chinese poet and journalist, was arrested for an email he sent to pro-democracy websites in 2004. His poem “June,” which you can find here, has been passed from one language to another in translation. When a human being can be jailed for writing a poem all humanity suffers. When one human being is deprived of the basic human right of expression their jailers have shown their fear and cowardliness. In the Far East, fear and cowardliness is a humiliating loss of face.
This free verse poem was written in response to Read Write Prompt #39: “writing for months, writing for mouths”.

Shi Tao before prison
Shi Tao your thoughts are as water,
They will always find a way out.
Your suppression is a cotton gag,
Soon to rot and disintegrate.
Despot leaders and jailers all die,
Their passing the cleansing of stain.
Their trial against your humanity,
Rust on the steel of human rights.
History’s repressive governments,
All of them are footnotes in time.
The poets, the writers, the teachers,
Their words the soil of expression,
They pay the price for our freedom.
Your penned words etched on paper,
A killing field of social injustice.
The world’s authoritarians fear this,
Their minions the truth eradicators.
Shi Tao, unlike you they are fools,
They never learn the pen’s strength,
The weight of your written words.
They cannot dismiss freedom’s voice,
For your brothers and sisters speak.
Your indignity poison to the corrupt,
The gall that spills over black deeds.
Nothing exists forever except,
The verdant fields of knowledge.
The poetry of your life, Shi Tao.
Copyright: 2008 Donald Harbour

I love this. I think Shi Tao would too.
-Nicole
I agree. I hope Shi Tao is smiling.
This is a good reminder of the horror of censorship in all its forms.
An eloquent expression of outrage on behalf of censorship.
eloquent tribute.
It always gives my heart a lift when I hear of censored work being spread worldwide as a direct response and challenge to censorship. Your poem really captured the defiant fertility that cannot be extinguished.
I like how you repeat his name, almost like a mantra. Very nice.
wow, from the first line to last a beautiful read of freedom’s path through poetry… thoughts as water beautiful beginning to poetry of your life a lasting line…