Sense Sonnet - Acher

Anying

Anying, my oldest son, was killed,
Fighting in the Korean War.
So much of China's blood was spilled,
Fighting with our comrades for
Ending imperialist pains
Upon the masses by the few.
My children wanted the remains
Of their brother returned home to
Be buried close to family.
But, I said Anying should stay
With all his comrades where they be,
Ever tomorrow's yesterday.

He died a martyr, duty done.
He also was Mao Zedong's son.