by K.G. Munro

Blood taints the rivers of China
As human rights are crushed
Along with compassion and honor
Followers that don’t bend to the CCP
And their distorted version of religion
Are slaughtered by the thousands
For believing in peace and harmony
The same tenets held by ancient China
Spirituality now pales in comparison
As jails are filled with those who yearn to
Practice their religions, but things change,
A day will come, that I am sure of,
Where blood will not spill anymore
A night will shine with smiles soon
As each lost soul will glow like the moon
Falun Gong, our fallen believers,
Soon you will fall no more.

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Recognized as an Honorable Mention in FoFG’s 2024 Poetry Contest