by Don Shook

The suffering of Falun Gong
inflicted by the hand
Of Evil’s reign
meant to sustain
complete dominion of a land
where tortured souls survive.
But Falun Gong
defies such wrong
and keeps a dying hope alive.
Then as the Evil plots its end,
through torture, genocide and death,
the world must see
through you and me,
that there will be no final breath;
Falun Gong lives on.

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by Don Shook

I’ll cry no more for Falun Gong,
nor bear oppression’s weight,
as eyes reveal dread Evil’s strong
intent to devastate.
I’ll not sit back in apathy
nor plead for some due favor
while untold pain and misery
lack mercy’s aid to savor.
Instead I’ll find the courage to
bestow a spine unbending
and fortify to see it through
while praying for its ending.
For Falun Gong must then repel
and gain a due affection
for storied tales descendants tell
of grit and resurrection,
of shackles shed and torn aside,
through meditation’s aim;
see Evil’s fate doomed to abide
in never ending shame.
Hear, Falun Gong, oh Falun Gong
I am but fain to cry,
to praise your name in verse and song
with no more tears to dry.

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Recognized as Honorable Mentions in the adult category of FoFG’s 2020 Poetry Contest