Poem: Behind These Walls
Behind these walls of cold and grey crimes under a bitter silence. Hours crouching sleepless nights spent standing the ‘party’ unbridled cultured in violence. Forced into labour for one’s right of belief nameless and tortured can you hear their calls? Made in China from blood and tears countless thousands remaining behind these walls. (For the myriad of hearts - those practitioners of Falun Gong and other prisoners of conscience who have fallen and those who have been tempered through the injustice and brutality of the laogai system under the Chinese Communist regime).
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Published: Sunday 26th August 2007
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