on the 21st anniversary of the Chinese Communist Party’s launching the persecution of the peaceful practice of Falun Gong on July 20, 1999

 

Hidden in a Flyer

by Daniel Magdalen

Slowing down my clockwork footsteps on the night-lit pavement
From this workweek’s marathon, I start to scan a flyer
Grabbed by reflex. Frowned, I grasp in pained amazement:
… Truthful, kind, forbearing minds in China counted higher
Than the System’s pawns; in shock, its sickle thrashed with ire.
Parks, once vibrant sights of meditation—all deserted.
People free in faith—soon hunted down. Events grew dire.
Brief mock trials. Prisons flooded with fresh victims. Hurt, they’d
Strive to rescue others, bringing facts to light. The Earth did
Not expect the overarching smoke of lies they’d brazen…
Home: my lamp and screen turned on, I crave more truth and search it,
Reaching Bloody Harvest’s field of knowledge—days to gaze in.
Midnight comes, my eyes give in; my reason, though, still tackles
This unseen side of the world… Could we unlock the shackles?

Under fury’s reign, warm smiles receive the crowbar’s coldness…
How to feel? When words of truth and faith get choked by falsehood,
What to say? The backbone—stretched to break, in fiendish slowness.
Though knocked down, the guiltless rise—their words march on: What walls could
Block the wind of knowledge…? Slander’s dust fort slowly falls; who’d
Not take in this breeze, if minds knew how to breathe? Facts baffle
Thinking drowned in bias. Yet, our sentient nature’s calls would
Wake the brain by rousing care, while numbing every cavil…
Distant, brass-like tones come through, inviting inner travel:
Paths of insight show man’s toils, in vivid fields of meaning.
Views, once petty, broaden. Links of life unravel,
Walking forth in realms empathic, which are bright and greening.
As we help the helpless, in ourselves we’ll feel reviving
Timeless values that unite and keep what’s good yet thriving.

 

Daniel Magdalen is a doctoral student in the Faculty of Letters at the University of Bucharest, in Romania.

 

 

21 Years

by Rider With No Name

 

The persecution of Falun Gong,
The crime that’s gone on for far too long;
21 years, a child has been raised,
21 years, four presidents praised;
Why on earth haven’t we stopped to think,
Without truth, love, forbearance, we sink;
Sins not grave enough to take a stance?
Organ theft among the Devil’s dance;
Shoot you in the lung, and as you die,
They cut out hope, your heart and your eye;
Hammer and sickle, Mark of the Beast,
Renounce the red specter in the East;
Really just comes down to bein’ free,
Standin’ with brethren across the sea;
This crime has gone on for far too long,
About time we stand with Falun Gong.

 

 

 


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12 Responses

  1. Jim Fogarty

    Beautiful. Thank you for remembering. Falun Dafa is close to my heart. I hope we see an end to this persecution, soon.

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  2. Emmily

    Keep at it! Justice will definitely defeat evil.
    wish you good luck.

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  3. Mia Suen

    Beautiful. I know Falun Dafa, you are a group of brave people and I support you

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  4. Daniel Magdalen

    Thank you for your comments Jim Fogarty, Emmily, Mia Suen, Wendy, Anne Sun, James and G Hong Kong. I appreciate the fact that you care about the good and innocent people who are persecuted. Good article, Damian Robin, thank you for sharing the link. Let us hope that we will soon witness better times.

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  5. Arleen Richards

    Heartfelt and moving. Thank you for your passion and dedication to the fight for freedom.

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  6. Aditya Roy

    I would like to share a poem too. Although, it is not as contemplative as these poems, but I hope it spreads the message:

    THE FOLK SONG OF FALUN GONG

    Many shall arise from a movement that waits,

    Let us do our part as China meditates,

    Take from us from tradition or truth,

    Congeries shall sing with us in the same couth.

    Let us endure and continue to do so,

    As they sew up the unmoved dead and go,

    Hundred traditions bring us no farther,

    Than to exploit the truth and our ancestors;

    How desolate, empty lies the water?

    Only the true Chinaman shall see the end of battle,

    How our God has gleaned an entire century,

    Into forced silence and fanciful reverie.

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