Identity Poem by Chan Mongol

My name is Chan Mongol;
To live and let live is my call!
I am trying to be an ideal Canadian;
A spokesman, a humanitarian! !

So is my basic introduction,
I always survive in worst situation!
I been using a pen, not a gun!
I am a polite, normal human!
I write the parody, poem and folklore!
The nature, the creator, I always adore!
Did you ask what my country is?
Did you enjoy and like to keep on tease?
Did you ask me what religion I practice?
Did you plan to separate and categorize?
Do you like to play that game, that card?
To push me to ditch me, to knock me too hard!
My physique is my land and my only identity!
My body with pulse and heart, my only country!
Outer me, my body and outer my existence!
Nothing is the matter, all are distance!
My CHARACTER, what my only religion is!
My personality my manners are to live in peace!
In your data bank, you stored my soul, my all!
My private life, past, present, fate, spring, fall!
You chained my feet with metallic bar!
You are my owner, sire, slave master!
My identification was sacred, very personal!
To reveal or not to reveal was optional!
But today, I can run but cannot hide!
From your guards, guide worldwide!
You can call me names, alright!
You can tell me to get out of your sight!
Do you know what is the main thing?
That, I am as same as you are breathing?
I know you, I know your type!
You are the ugliest, a real low life!
You are the meanest and jealous!
So you are scared of me, and nervous!
I know how to fight back!
I can break your evil neck!
Just be careful, what you say?
At the end, you have to pay!
I am not just what you are to see!
Those people and tribes are in me!
People of the North, White Horse, Yellow knife!
Amish, Mohawk, Cherokee, Chinese are my type!
Full lips with those two Afro, Chinese eyes!
Orientals, Mongols, aboriginals in countries!
My comfort with Irish music band!
The nature, culture of that nicer land!
I am a six feet and 1 inch tall man!
I am like those British and German!
I am the history of Persian and Hindustan!
My father was Sree Md Ismail Khan!
I share the blood of my grandmother!
Whose ancestors had the Sassanian empire!
They had the red hair and white skin!
So! Please! Don't dump me in a dustbin!
For African farmers I have pity!
My soul, sympathy and solidarity!
My hair is black, straight and plain!
Many say if I am a native Hawaiian!
I respect all but hazardous are exceptions!
I try to find ways for peaceful protections!
I hold plough in the country like Cambodia!
I grow rice in Philippines, Bengal, East India!
Sweet smell of Harvest, in East-West!
Highways, mountains, all are my best!
Deltas, plains, deserts, jungles, trees!
Snow showers and rains in prairies!
I am not just what you re to see!
Those people and nations are in me!
People of Yellow knife, White Horse!
Amish, Mohawk, Cherokee, Indians!
When someone in that galley to die?
Or in a death line or row and cry!
I find myself there and it stops my air!
Bless all who want to live! I care!
I am a cancer patient with so much pain!
I feel that hardship again and again!
Saddam and Qaddafi whom people tortured!
I am with victims for whom cruel death occurred!
I never get pleasure on someone's misery!
When hunger, disease and death strike a family!
I am with victims of tribes, Buddha, Jesus!
Mohammad, Ram, First nations and Moses!
Sweet smell of Harvest in East-West!
Highways, mountains, all are my best!
Deltas, plains, deserts, jungle, trees!
Snow showers and rains in prairies!
Did you ask what my country is?
Did you enjoy and like to keep on tease?
Did you ask me what religion I practice?
Did you plan to separate and categorize?