by Twila Base

Seized by force, a mighty throng
The captured souls of the Falun Gong.
Intact for now, breathing still
Only time is left to kill.

Buyers vie for body parts
Kidneys, livers, eyes, and hearts.
From chopping block to bloody crate
Execution with no escape.

Stomping boots, clanging chains
White coats, scalpel, searing pain.
A reservoir for body parts
Breathes his last as life departs.

Snatched from home, not for a crime
Selected for harvest, dead by design.
Exploitative, horrific, unmitigated wrong
Who’ll stop the killing of the Falun Gong?

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Winner of the 1st Place Award in FoFG’s 2025 Poetry Contest