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.

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.