‘The End of the Party’ and Other Poetry by Damian Robin The Society September 3, 2013 Falun Dafa, Poetry The End of the Party The blood-red dragon struggles To keep China locked, To keep the whole world huddled, ‘Cow’-towed, awed, and shocked. To consolidate its power, It whisks slight of hand, Throws up magicians’ trophies And juggles demand. A past, butchered history And vast cheques, not signed, Are joined by sterile scalpels With snakebite minds. Rich patients order organs – Livers, kidneys, hearts, Pancreases, corneas – The theatre’s dark arts. Though patients hide their scruples, And donors soon die, Military hospitals Provide a wide supply. Plain, onscreen, the prison facts: Organs by square feet: Christians, Uyghurs, Falun Gong, Databased, complete. Though doomed, the Party juggles, Silhouettes cut light: Histories, monies, scalpels, Turning day and night. The sun turns off the Party, But still, its shadow’s big. More copious than oil or debt, Blood slides from its rig. The scab that is the Party Dirties all it views – But China’s constant qualities Means China will not lose. Red Shadow The Party is not China. The Party is not strong. The Party had no country but appropriated one. The Party has no future, no full past. The Party can’t continue, the Party cannot last. The Party is an elaborate mime. The Party is a sham. The Party’s time is short. The Party’s spam. The Party’s crime is known – that it persecutes the sublime. The Party’s blood-thick flags hang heavy at half-mast. Though the Party’s limp, China is not free. Though the beast’s a gimp, it drags the country. Known as a pimp, the world still funds its fee. Though the blood-blast Party’s spent, the country foots the accident. Damian Robin is a journalist and poet living in England. Featured Image: “Imprisoned Dafa Practitioner” by Yuan Li Related Post Classical Book Review: The Icelandic Sagas: Tales of Kings a... By Joshua Philipp Abbie Farwell Brown described the far north in his 1902 book, "In The Days of Giants," as "the land of the midnight sun, where su... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.