Poem: Bitter this Harvest

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Bitter this harvest
every seed to sour
China’s darkest disguise
bearing blood and lies.

Hearts forged red
many an evil hand
with life betrayed
under sharpest blade.

Of conscience devoid
behind coldest doors
such brute descent
one’s humanity bereft.

A ‘Party’s’ end
bitter this harvest
every seed to flower
now come the hour.

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