Poetic political commentary – freedom of expression, in free verse
We learn the difference
between right and wrong
in childhood
So, if a child could
judge us
would they
sit us on the naughty step?
We know the difference
between right and wrong
So, in Hong Kong
protestors
are now terrorists?
Is this right, or
is this what terror is?
I support their resistance
They must resist
to exist
democratically
Systematically
dealing with opponents
Is emphatically
indefensible
Incomprehensible authoritarianism
Uyghurs are continually
deemed reprehensible
for existing
and interned
in re-education camps
Prisoners
Until they desist
in proliferating their culture
desist in existing
The vulture
of Han China
feeds of the corpses
of their minorities
growing fat
and ruthless
staring the toothless
tigers down
across the UN Council meeting
If The Communist Party of China
ever flag this poem
I’ll join a black list
for supporting the Hong Kongers
out, flying their flag
raising their clenched fist
The CCP
can do as they please
over a million
voices
scream out
in Cantonese
gather
for nothing
The streets are full
yet
voices fall
on deaf ears
Their fears
realised
foreseen
materialised
in the High Court
long assured
in dictum
The obscene
conviction
The ‘National Security Law’
claims it’s first victim
Guilty
my heart bleeds for you
Tong Ying-kit
Punished
for a “crime” you could not commit
in the Hong Kong
you were fighting
to keep
I weep
for democracy lost
in Hong Kong
it won’t be long
before it’s gone…
completely
when flying a flag, with;
"Liberate Hong Kong, revolution of our times."
is added to the list of crimesActivistsare now;
Criminals
The true criminals
are the ones in power
devouring the morsels
of difference
still
we watch idle
from our ivory tower
no better
to judge
-
Are
state secrets
being
protected
over
the freedom of the press
reflected
in Julian Assange’s arrest
and
the continued
request
by the US
to extradite
a freedom to oppress?
YES!
YES, YES, YES.
-
Are the
decisions
in back rooms
secreted
in files
defiling our freedom
In these British isles
too?
I suspect
I’m correct
in disbelieving the words
of government figures
who lead humans
as herds
to the polls
cattle
to the slaughter
Then serve up the blood
and tell us it’s water
Eyes streaming
children huddle
in dust of war
Lies teaming
politicians muddle
international law
We unite nations
under a veil
which detaches
and makes invisible
the scale
of perpetrated injustice
nations united
in greed
and death
preach peace
and contradict
in the same breath
An interest in conflict
is conflict of interest
The spoils of war
and the fruits of greed
The needs of the many
and the many in need
Between rights of “all”
and all those who fall
between the cracks
What are the facts?
Are our Western values
civil liberties
freedom
equality
our Western Superiority
(Complex)
a facade?
Is liberalism
just a political identity
to win votes?
abroad
chaos is created
human rights are violated
ethic groups annihilated
by “our” hand
cultures repressed
lands dispossessed
peoples oppressed
dealt by the cards
“we” play
forced to do as
“we” say
or, else
pay the consequences
The suffering is silent
when humans suffer
in violent
conflicts
on tv
when
foreign bodies
enter foreign bodies
it’s easy
to look away
Please, don’t look away
look closer to home
look deeper inside
Behind “Western values”
we hide
the dirty truth
Why do we convict
those who expose
not
those who impose
this
dark underbelly of our society?
Dread and anxiety
in this stream of consciousness
constantly confident
in being disappointed
in the powers that be
“we”
“us”
“them”
it stems
from our inner drive
to survive
to conquer
guard possession
it’s our own reflection
our ugliest face
The pace
of our forward march
exposes
a regression
in aspects
of basic human need
in fulfilment
which breeds
discontentment
and feeds
this dark cloud
of depression
over me
-
What are we prepared to do,
to protect our lands of milk and honey?
The exodus of our moral code
for…
money?
power?
or, is there something more noble?
Less self-serving
- more global
I won’t turn a blind eye
I’m still searching for the bottom line…
holding my breath
unknowing
how far we’ll sink…
holding out for
the page unsigned
by blood red ink.
Think.
And do what is right
not what is easy.
This is my bottom line.
© Darius the Mate
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