Post election Rally in Arcata

One of the protesters read a poem: At dusk, I stopped for the night at stone moat village, an officer came that night to capture men. The old man escaped by climbing over the wall, the old wife went to look outside the door. How angrily the officer now shouted, how bitterly the wife did weep out loud! I heard the words the wife was sending forth: "Three sons of mine have gone to defend Ye City. From one of my sons, a letter has arrived, The other two have recently died in battle. The one who has survived has kept alive for now, the dead ones though have met their final end. Inside this house, there are no people left, there's just a grandson suckling on the breast. The grandson's mother also cannot go, she goes about without a skirt intact. Although I am an old woman with failing strength, I beg to follow you into the night. please just let me work in the camp at Hayang, and to prepare the morning meal for you." Her voice then died away into the night, I seemed to hear her sob and whimper still. At dawn, before I set upon the road, it's only from the old man that I part.
Du Fu 717 - 770 c.e. http://www.huministictext.org/dufu.htm