Search For The Whip Of Soul Torturing Poem by Feipeng Shang

Search For The Whip Of Soul Torturing

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Translated by Yiyan HAN(c)
2008-01-22 (last modified 2017-12-30)


The world is gradually becoming a centre
Of creating sufferings and disasters
Who'll expect flowers can be opened in a dark heart
Who'll expect the boundless forest
Can be grown in a spiritual desert
The situation is very critical, yet still
There's a hope for the revival of humanity
Don't let children be homeless
Don't let roses shed blood in carnage

Think of the brightness in the dark
And we won't be afraid of greeting the darker darkness
Seek justice even if costing one's life
And let villains be punished for what they deserve
So evil has nowhere to hide
Our effort won't be wasted, nor is the sunshine

I see beauty is ruined, and black called white
I see many people's minds are twisted
I see many people are suppressed and persecuted
I see many people are wrongly arrested and executed
I see many villains turned into monsters

A booming economy
Shouldn't make it easier to trade money for power
Nor make the rich richer and the poor poorer,
The power even more powerful,
The powerless even more helpless,
And poor children can't afford schooling
And have nothing to eat or wear

Many of the rich don't have morals
Many of those in power don't serve the hard working masses
It's impossible for the poor to have a good upbringing
Or the persecuted people to have a good mood
It's the poor that are in majority of those
Who are being wronged and hence are seeking justice
The dead can no longer speak
So they can't bring their murderer to court

I see lapdogs are everywhere, and their master behaves like a tyrant
I see bureaucrats have often forgotten who they are
And burglars break into houses at night
I see some people are cold-blooded
And others behave like animals
I see the sick can't get medical care
And beggars run in the street
I think prostitutes are great and glorious as they work
Day and night in order to feed their families
I see some civil servants are dirty and shameless
'Cause they've lost their dignity and soul

Many of the rich have blackened their hearts
Many of those in power have corrupted their minds
It's said the justice walks everywhere
But now the power is justice
Only money talks, and everything else walks

No money no house, and no house no home
No money no job, and no job no career
Where is happiness without family and career
The penniless are worse than the dead, and it's true
The penniless cannot change their luck
Nor can have their own salvation
The penniless are always enslaved. So, because of this
May we all risk life and limb for money
May we all fight for the power to be a boss or tyrant

The poor don't have friends, and are worse than a rich dog
As it has shower and three meals every day
And sleeps with its hostess in the bed
The cost for a month's dog food can feed the poor a year
The price of a dog sometimes is more than
The living cost of a poor person's whole life

Some people are so timid that they have no dignity
Like a lamb in front of an official
Or like a puppy in front of the rich
Where are the national heroes
Where are the descendants of five thousand years of civilization
Where is the state of righteousness that's praised by the world

The poor are often exploited by the rich
Yet they themselves also rob each other for money
The powerless are ridiculed by the powerful
Yet they themselves frame each other for their loyalty to the powerful
Many ain't afraid of loosing their heads for money
Can a country be prosperous as well as attractive is this way

When your fellow citizens are attacked
You can't stay silence even if you aren't yet affected
Otherwise how can you expect others to seek justice
For you when you're being wronged
Why don't you stand up and shout your head off
If you do, the rogue master will turn tail and run
One who holds too many unjust ropes in his hands
Will hang oneself in the end

If a piece of bread is fought over by all of us
Will it then become the bread for the whole world
Won't a rogue master kill you if you contend for being a good slave
Can you really benefit from damaging other's interests
Will the truth come to find us if no one fights for it

Everyone is afraid of getting into trouble
Won't a devil attack you if you're afraid of fighting back
Everyone is afraid of catching a fire
Won't the fire burn us down
Everyone is afraid of using fox to keep one's geese
Won't the fox be capable of finding your birds

Do you think you'll turn into a wise being
If you live by your wits
Do you think it's immature
When you speak truth and seek justice
Do you think you'll be seen as a good person
If you're always soft-hearted and uncontentious
Do you think others will be fooled
When you secretly play dirty tricks
Do you think you can sleep well
After you've attacked or counter-attacked on others
Do you think others will definitely fall
Into the trap you've set up
Do you think you'll go heaven
After you've pushed others into abyss
Do you think your crimes won't be uncovered
And fire can be wrapped in papers

Do you think others can't see
Through your plan with vicious hidden agenda
Do you think that others listen to you
Is because what you say is right
Do you think that you lie to others
Isn't that you're also fooled by yourself
Do you think that you've unfairly handled an event
Can make fool of the masses
Do you think you're still a super being

Do you think you have mighty power
After you've had sex with other's wife or prostitutes
Do you think your wife is alone
If you sleep with other women
Do you think your kids are really yours
Do you think your dad really is your granddad's son
Do you think you're of the pure Chinese blood

Do you feel comfortable
When you've ousted a honest and kind person
Do you feel you're high and mighty
When you've forced a wise intellectual into exile in the border areas
Do you feel joyful
After you've exterminated a genius
Do you feel happy in private
When a disabled person is tortured with more physical damages
Do you think all problem is gone after your gang members
Have thrown a man into sea due to his different point of view

Do you think you have a strong stomach
To swallow the dirty money
Do you think a poodle of the rich and powerful
Is more important than the life of the poor
Do you think you can show your power
By destroying someone's future
Do you think your power is given by someone else
And ain't from the blood and sweat of tax payers
Do people also need to sacrifice their lives to you
After they've been exploited

Do you think the poor deserve to be poor
Do you think the poor deserve to die
Are the poor only born for being in poverty
Do the poor only live for the suffering
Is the God's wish to see the poor in such state

Do you think you can achieve your goal
By being cheap and shameless and selling your soul
Do you think you can get into the officialdom
By being lowly servile without dignity
Do you think that you give up the sanctity
Of human life and the freedom of body and soul
Is the quality of a manly man for being flexible

Do you think your despicable character
Is caused by the social environment
Ain't the words "reflect" and "remorse"
In your dictionary
Have you done your best
To be a honest and honourable person
Don't you fear afterwards because what you've done
Ain't you afraid of someone
Coming to knock at your door at midnight

Is war the only way to solve the world's problem
Shouldn't soldiers confess their killings in battlefield
Is there a justified war? If it were a justified war
Would the scenes of killing each other be graceful
Would the murderous soldiers be heroes or pretty flowers

When you cut the tongue of a person who speaks truth
And kill a person who has exposed your secret plan
Do you think you're triumphant, and your crimes will be forgotten
When the dead suddenly come in front of you at midnight
Do you think you won't be frightened to death

Do you think this awful world can continue as it is
And isn't there anyone to bring you to justice
The time for your trial is coming though not right now
The day of beginning anew isn't far away
And we have all the patience to wait
To process all the trash in the world
O, heroes! You must stand firm and endure
And don't let this world of originally clean and pure
Be completely ruined in a split of second

Isn't there truth if you don't believe it
Isn't there honesty if you don't believe it
Isn't there justice if you don't believe it
Isn't there love if you don't believe it
Some people like to claim moral high ground
But run away when facing challenges
Others fight bravely for justice
Without speaking any empty words

I believe truth, honesty and justice
I believe love at first glance
And flowers will grow on every inch of the earth
I believe a snow mountain is white, and blood red
I believe ocean is blue, and dark night dark
I believe every one likes to sing a happy song
But where can we find the whip of soul torturing

Search For The Whip Of Soul Torturing
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: justice,love and life,social injustice,soul,world peace
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Soul searching, soul torturing, but where's the whip?
Translation of a poem written in Chinese, as shown partly in the image
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 06 January 2018

Do you think you have a strong stomach To swallow the dirty money Do you think a poodle of the rich and powerful Is more important than the life of the poor -A poignant write..Thanks for sharing!

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Feipeng Shang 09 January 2018

Thanks for your reading and comments.

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Denis Mair 30 December 2017

Perhaps the question should be How can we remove the sting from the whip of soul torturing? Miserable people torture themselves too much. Power hungry people torture others.

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Denis Mair 30 December 2017

Thanks, that helps me appreciate the final message of the poem. I hope the whip I find is like the violin bow bow in Mr Feng's hand. I would gladly submit to such torture.

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Feipeng Shang 30 December 2017

Well everyone should do a bit soul searching, whipping and torturing......that's the idea of this piece.

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Binayakumar Mohanty 30 December 2017

I believe everyone likes to sing a happy song But where can we find the whip of soul torturing. Nice poem with human touch.Though lengthy all aspects of life clearly sketched.Thanks for the poet and the trans creator for sharing Binaya

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Feipeng Shang 30 December 2017

Thanks, and yes it's a long poem...

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