Lines from a correspondence with the leader of the party, by Yangisar.

What is this image?
What is it called?
Apparently
it
is
……a
Pavilion
……………..for
………………..humanities fall.
But Each of them know
..that
..Liberty is
…………out of their captives’ control
Thirsty Storm creates one true goal

There they shaking,
There they aching,
There they bloody suffocating
but truly there they not mistaking
Truth………………for masquerading.

And That abhorrent situation?
………Just a little – reeducation!
For the minority of the population.

Oh, Yes! We’ll study! With Love this class!
What a lesson! Such a bless!

Would you just please await alumni
Your Classes won’t be misapplied
……Your classes will be clarified!
Under the light of our moon and the star
and under the blue of our sky
You’ll glimpse through your blinded third eye,
Colors of million wings fly
Sang by the million lips
You’ll hear your last lullaby.

My poem concerns  persecution of of the Uyghur ethnicity in Western China.  Over a million people as of right now are locked up in concentration camps. Experiencing abuse, tortures and total cultural annihilation.