Praising Falun Gong (Sonnet)

Let’s sing a song of praise for Falun Gong,

In China, on the other side of the globe.

A practice of truthfulness and compassion,

A group who seeks peace and forbearance. 

They are tortured, brainwashed and killed, 

In a nation constantly under attack.

CCP coerces them to give in,

And subject them to acts of cruelty.

Though true to their beliefs, 

They’ll even risk death and torture,

To proclaim freedom and peace.

How has the world become so corrupt?

Will it take another few million dead?

Or will we stop it before the next?

The Falun Gong Mission (Sonnet)

As I lie awake in bed beneath my sheets,

In the comfort and safety of my home.

I cannot believe this insanity just next door,

For Falun Gong, the other side of the globe.

Practitioners are dying, tortured, and brutalized,

And despised and blamed though innocent.

The sad part is these fellow human beings,

Are mere mortals seeking newfound peace,

In a world where freedom is constantly targeted, 

For control and power and fear of the unknown.

How can we allow this profanity to occur?

Where enslavement and torture is the norm,

For a group who practices freedom and love,

Where compassion is their primary goal.