Ode to the Villagers of Zhouguantun The Society August 19, 2012 Poetry Just a story, just a tale, from some time When impossibly heroic stories rhymed Three hundred Spartans fought to their death Against a million Persians on their path. Noble, poised, fed on hearty justice, The Spartans embodied heroic grace, But were drowned in history’s vast ocean By all us who drink the modern potion That makes us thoroughly logically sense That we cannot make a difference. Not a story, not a tale, from the East, From China, where the red communist beast Persecutes practitioners of Falun Gong, Not because they did anything wrong, But because corrupt officials cannot stand, Something spiritual the people understand. The beast arrests, detains, tortures and kills Only satisfied if it breaks your will, And, like poison, it spreads propaganda To perpetuate their evil agenda. This is the story and the tale is now, The Chinese people say they will not bow Three hundred villagers in Zhouguantun Face down devastation and their ruin, On behalf of their fellow villager, A local Falun Gong practitioner, They sent an open message to Beijing That through all history sent an epic ring, Like the three hundred mighty Spartans They screamed: “Release this innocent man!” -Evan Mantyk Originally appearing in The Epoch Times. Related Post ‘Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We’ and Oth... Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this small gem – when those who died... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.