by M.D. Skeen

Spinning blades tinged red with rust;
Bled dry of spirit, blowing dust.
Parched throats cry for liberty,
Thirst for spirits to be free.
Oil stains, break fluid, leaky machine,
Coldly killing off everything green.
Life’s a target of millions of boots,
Tender sprouts cut off at the roots.
Ear piercing racket, screech and squeal,
Worn out breaks grip Dharma’s wheel.
Faith runs dry, fading to mud,
Temples toppled, crash and thud.
History, culture, gutted like fish,
Propaganda sprung from petri dish.
Euro mind disease infects nation,
Spread by hosts for domination.
The East—victim of the Communist,
Escaped from labs built in the West.
How can we hope to right such a wrong?
Down with the Commies! Support Falun Gong!

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Recognized as an Honorable Mention in FoFG’s 2026 Poetry Contest