今日早晨，写的一首

By Ouyang Yu

《算账》

病毒在全球转了一圈
对自己说：
“跟人类算总帐的时候到了”

地球该吐口气了
空气该缓过来了
天空颜色该回过神了

从前有个诗人
写了一首诗
说：

《可悲呀，我的大自然》

渔人钓去了你明亮眸子里新鲜的活力和光彩
樵夫砍去你美丽头颅上浓密的秀发和黑髻
农人把你的酥胸犁得犬牙交错、伤痕累累
工人把你的玉体钻得大洞小洞、肠穿肚烂
士兵割掉你的舌头、烧焦你的眉毛、剜去你的鼻观、砍破你的颈窝
科学窒息你的呼吸、榨取你的精髓、还把污浊的废水灌你的生殖器！
惟有艺术还眷恋、梦想着你青春的往昔
        狂吻你干瘪的灰唇
        依偎你焦黑的脸颊
        拥抱你残破的肢体
        倾听你无言的叹息

他写那诗是1982年
距今38年矣
我的仇恨也藏了这么多年

现在，看到你们全球都躲在自己囊中
我开心死了，现在，不是我死，就是你们死
要算就算个总帐

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