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Politics and Contemplation (Poem)

Politics.

We don’t understand the concept of it all.

We’ll reject it or embrace it,

With nothing but a smirk on our lips.

Everyone is an enemy,

Or so we’re taught

To behave this way.

Bashing each other,

To win some contest

Of better or not.

We create havoc among each other,

Without a means to an end.

We insult, criticize,

Based solely on appearance.

We rather have the master,

That speaks tongues

And embraces himself in vain.

We choose him rather than

True values at stake.

We choose him because he’s a man,

Underestimating every women in the world.

We don’t understand the true meaning of politics.

What it can do for a nation.

We rather bash each other,

And blame,

Then contemplate our motives at stake.

Racism Isn’t A Joke (Poem)

Racism is a funny word,

Isn’t it?

We don’t understand it, yet make fun of it.

We don’t understand the impact of our words,

We shout out with nothing

But laughter in our voice.

We got comedy shows

And crowds that haul,

At nothing but skin on our bones.

Yet we make fun,

And mistreat,

And ridicule,

Yet we don’t consider,

We’re all humans

Simply looking for peace.

In a world where we create war,

And tragedies

Through nothing but skin on our bones.

In a world where we belittle,

For nothing but ancestry and lore.

Yet the wise ones will hear,

And consider.

The fools will reject,

And not consider the mess,

That they create,

Through words and beating,

Inferiority and bets.

We don’t consider,

The lives in this tangled web.

The profound impact,

It has,

With families, and friends.

Let’s take this word seriously,

And not laugh like the rest.

Racism isn’t a joke,

We’re dealing with people

With feelings,

Who simply want acceptance.

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.