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The poisoned Falun Gong practitioner

I don't know what they do to me.
I have been here now for I don't know how long,
but I am not alone at least.
We are a number in this concentration camp,
but I don't know how many,
since I cannot count correctly any more.
I don't know why they make us invalids
unfit for work, disqualified for anything, -
perhaps to show the world how dumb we are,
as if the world would close their eyes to what we were
before we were sequestered, isolated and imprisoned
just for sticking faithfully to universalism,
the association with the cosmic mind
in Lao Tzu's and Buddha's imitation,
which for some strange reason the authorities
decided to have us exterminated for;
but I must say their methods are peculiar.
We are loaded, force-fed with destructive drugs,
we don't know which, they put them in our food,
or they inject them into us by force,
so we become like vegetables,
losing the control of our bodies,
of our mind and memory,
our faculty for analytical and logic thought,
our will to reason and our energy to live,
while at the same time we of course become unfit for work
and merely exist as zombies, lying dying in our beds,
like wrecks but wrecked on purpose,
why? Because we had free minds?
Believed in something better,
stuck to our cultural traditions,
aimed for some religious higher meaning of our lives?
I just don't understand why our authorities
insist on undermining and destroying
everything that shows a different path
from the established lies of their dictatorship,
as if that was a sensible activity,
which no one in the world can see
how it could lead to anything except destruction.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai