Dharma Chakra Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

The frozen blood is still alive and warm
in cold Siberian tundras. The beat
of winds still smells the roasted human meat
of those who thought that death was better balm.
And at Tiananmen square the deadly calm
still echos roars of tanks with blasting heat
of darted cannonballs running to greet
of innocent students who sensed no harm.

Though doomed, this devil's sperm still lives within
the civil world spreading their evil genes
on earth to keep aloud their loony din.
These goons lo never give up try'ng to spin
their death machines. But keeps rolling with sheens
our Dharma Chakra; love as its lynchpin!