On Miss World Canada Anastasia Lin’s Being Banned in China The Society December 16, 2016 Beauty, News of Note, Poetry 2 Comments Beauty in a Butcher’s Shop By Damian Robin There can be beauty in a butcher’s shop Even when that butcher’s shop’s unclean; And we can make that dirty butchery stop By listening to the words of a beauty queen. She has the knowledge, facts, and verbal skills And depth of purity to make things clear; And when she says how communism kills At first her sense is easy on the ear. But as her words flow through, there’s consternation. Her hair’s soft silk – but is her smooth talk true? For why don’t governments pay attention? Are they confused by what good looks can do? In fact, hard truth is hard to hear and take, But beauty must have Truth, or else mistake. For Reference: Anastasia Lin’s website Boston Globe article December 13, 2016 Epoch Times article December 15, 2016 Damian Robin lives in England where he works for an international newspaper and lives with his wife and three children. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 2 Responses Eddie Aitken December 21, 2016 Beauty with a righteous voice Lays it out to make your choice Indifference or uncompassionate ear Or in some cases implicated fear The story’s out for all to ponder For now efforts seem to fail But for those who care their hearts may sail Reply Damian Robin July 4, 2017 Courage http://www.anastasialin.com/home/ Though in your homeland you are persona non grata, And Communists would break your Chinese father, And The Party kill you inside China, You do not wear the ball gown of a martyr. Though in the vice of western media glitz, Though in the jaws of fame, though where you steer The life-consuming giant dragon spits, You still cast off its dressing-downs of fear. Sometimes it seems you’re crowned with confidence Though you may talk on stage through circling fright. Your actress training swells experience To move you into widening arcs of light. And though you’re often scared, you radiate, Though clothed by fame, you wear it without pride, Though strong-willed, you still must meditate, And cultivate, to face the world outside. EndFragment Reply 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. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.