‘Choice’ and Other Poetry by Damian Robin The Society February 19, 2016 Beauty, Human Rights in China, Poetry 1 Comment Choice Now to change; rise to rearrange; fix buckled tracks; iron out the cracked strange. Time to take off the human make- up, look within and see beyond the fake: catch and count seeds in the air; mount heaven’s stairs; stay aware; stay calm; pipe fount- ains from seas; drop tears under trees; don’t be diverted by balmy follies; and make sure your next best thing, — bor- ing, challenging, bland, hit, miss, grand, — is pure. The Pulse Beneath the Skull Beneath the Hair I go into the room. The telly’s on. The room is empty. Everyone has gone. Someone’s in the kitchen. Someone’s upstairs. I sit to wait. I watch some news affairs. I hear black U.S. Christ’yans shot down South. Hear white supremacists with potty mouth. See hurt, restraint, and anger choke brown necks — revenge and grief compete until they’re wrecks. Outside the window: Climate Change in June. Inside my head. Insistent. Chinese. Tune. It’s in my head. No-one would say it’s real but as with Charleston deaths, we know and feel. Scant news of Falun Gong but it is there. The pulse beneath the skull beneath the hair. The Continuing Persecution of Falun Gong around the World For Thanh (Claire) There are few things I can give you. Forbear, be good, and be true. You return to harsh lands; strict, stern; pressures that make my eyes burn. Here’s a few thoughts to share with you: forbear, be good, and be true. Singapore and Vietnam: raw skin stitched by the dragon’s claw. Here’s a few words I can give you: forbear, be good, and be true. Falun Gong is where you belong. Cultivate, and you’ll stay strong. There are few things I can give you. Forbear, be good, and be true. Notes: Claire is a Falun Gong practitioner. She was born in Vietnam and looks Chinese. She studied for a year and a half in the UK. She did not return home during this time and nor were any relatives or friends able to visit her. She was in a class of twelve. All the other students were Chinese from mainland China where Falun Gong practitioners are harassed, beaten, tortured, and killed. She was apprehensive with them. Thanh does not speak Chinese. Most tutors thought she was Chinese and was comfortable in the Chinese group. The other students did not speak Vietnamese and were reluctant to include her in conversations using English, the language common to them all. Claire used the name Claire to make conversation easy with Westerners. However, she mixed mainly with Vietnamese students who weren’t Falun Gong practitioners. Vietnam is on a border with China and the single party state of the Communist Party of Vietnam restricts Falun Gong. She returned to Singapore where her husband works. The city state has had misunderstandings of Falun Gong in the past. Claire has felt intimidated in the countries she has visited but remained true to Falun Gong. “To be true, good, and endure” are the core principles of Falun Gong. Featured Image: A Falun Gong practitioner is injected with drugs, a common phenomenon in the persecution of Falun Gong. Damian Robin lives in England. He works for an international newspaper. He lives with his wife and three children. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response James Poulter February 21, 2016 Really enjoyed this poetry, thank you very much. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.