An Australian Practitioner

PureInsight | December 10, 2006


Behind closed hearts,

doors dividing, guarding

cries of the faceless.

The hours relentless

while the predators,

under a dim of light,

follow as moths

blind to the shame.

These ghosts fading

into the shadows,

puppets brandishing

power over life and breath.

Such crimes concealed,

callous - shocks from

cattle prods, forced-feeding,

and innocence lies bleeding.

No sanctuary here, not

a moment's reprieve,

only the sound of unquiet

storming every space

and corridor.

(To expose the countless perpetrators of violence

working behind closed doors inside China's "Laogai" - forced-labour camps).

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