Poems For The Sad Soul

Poem 120

It is a new generation, but old habits I still see,

Genocide, torture, and a painful unheard plea.

None seem to care, they don't even bat an eye,

They all turn away, leaving innocents to die.

They're caught up in their luxury and wealth,

They care only for themselves and their health.

I am in pain today for the voices left unheard,

For the people being killed for reasons so absurd.

This is for the people I never met nor known,

I only hope their names don't end up in stone.

The truth can no longer be hidden away,

I will continue to preach and have my say.

{{Muslims are being held in concentration camps in Xinjiang, China. They're being forced to labor, they're being tortured, murdered, and their kids are taken from them and put into an orphanage. The government is targeting Muslims through a campaign of torture, no rights to practice their religion and brainwashing them to disown their religion in order to become "Normal citizens"}}