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Poem: Persecutor

By a Falun Gong practitioner

Armoured with lies and uniform,
Crammed inside a cold-faced heart.
Your stare of eyes, brutish to the hour,
Evil forged where conscience departs.

Here, a war unprecedented,
Where darkness poisons every corner and crowd.
Brandishing prods for cattle,
facing this final battle,
China now emerging from your shroud.


Published: Wednesday 16th March 2005
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