‘Reflections on a Falun Gong Candlelight Vigil’ by Shannon Cong The Society March 8, 2016 High School Submissions, Human Rights in China, Poetry 3 Comments Shall I compare the CCP To a tragic Shakespeare play? For all the lies of history Unfold in China today. Good and evil set the stage, The last and final scene. But those who ‘gainst heaven rage Know not of the unseen. Greater forces are at play, Watching this tragedy, And those who persecute the good Will pay eventually. Black flames of persecution That jealousy had fanned Soon grew and smothered the whole nation, Thus, Falun Gong was banned. Those who spoke against the lies Were killed for their belief. But who knew mountains would arise From pebbles of defeat? Courage is not lack of fear But how we master it. For values that they hold dear, real heroes do not quit. A single candle burns tonight A sacred memory. But soon thousands light up the night In breathtaking glory. A flame for every daring voice That stood against the fiends A flame to let the world rejoice When at last this madness ends. And when the final curtain falls, The performance is done, The world will see that after all, The righteous side has won. Shannon Cong is a student at Fei Tian Academy of the Arts, in Upstate New York. Featured Image: “Lotus Candle” by Xiaoping Chen. Numerous candlelight vigils have been held around the world to remember Falun Gong practitioners who have died from torture. 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 email@example.com. 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) 3 Responses Benjamen Grinberg March 14, 2016 you sincere remembrance of the falun gong stirs my heart temerously makes me feel as one with your cause your heartfelt praise of this resistance of your good and truthful words of evil, cowardice but in this life things are so gray in my own mind i feel the evil has found a loophole to hurt those that are weak to take out anger, wickedness against those who fail to stand their own ground in face of fear to vanquish this astrew. is the process of my own life that needs refinement in order to make harmonized the outer world’s effects. Reply James Poulter March 21, 2016 Great poem! Reply Leonard Dabydeen October 9, 2017 Memory that stirs deep, weighing emotions with imagery in your poem, Shannon Cong. 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.