Chan Mongol Biography

MY ID Poet Chan Mongol May 8 of 2000 Did you ask what my country is? Did you enjoy to study me and like to tease? Did you ask me what religion I practice? Did you plan to separate and categorize? Do you like to play that game and card? To push me to disrespect and knock me too hard! My physique is my land and only identity My body with head and heart is 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, the slave master! My identification was sacred, very personal To reveal or not to reveal was optional Alas! Today, I can run but cannot hide I can't be free From your guards, guide worldwide! Did you ask me 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? You can call me names, that's alright! You can think me an inferior or whatever I fit Do you know what is the main thing? I am a being 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 a jealous You are scared of me and nervous! To survive, I know how to fight back Don't think to break my neck Don't you undermine me everyday End of the day, you have to pay! I am not just what you are to see Those people and tribes are in me People of White Horse, Yellow knife Amish, Cherokee, Indian are my type. Full lips with those two eyes Same as Orientals, Mongols, Chinese My comfort is with Irish music band The nature, culture of that land. For African farmers I have pity My soul, sympathy and solidarity My hair is 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 plow in the country like Cambodia I grow rice in Philippines, Bengal, East India Who am I and what is my identification? Combination of electron neutron and proton! Like you, I have 37.2 trillion cells in me Cells came from various sources to make my body. My ingredients are in you and yours in me That's why our sensors work almost similarly. Share one soul but differ in faces, figures actually For dominating cells we may develop differently! All mortals are same and live here temporarily Discriminating and ill practicing are not necessary. Past elites, dignitaries, rulers were like you and me Deaths also falsified their macho, injustice, tyranny! You can call me names, alright As a dangerous or whatever I fit Do you know what is the main thing? That, I am same as you are breathing. 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! Life form came from the Sun, Soil, Air and Water Flesh and blood beings are same except face, figure. Milks, fruits, leaves, plants, fluids meds. foods are No more flesh eater thus, change food culture! 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! No country, countrymen got freedom in recent history Masters changed one to another to polish slavery! But falsely voicing for freedom and liberation Miscreants are giving public the nationalism poison! They give you free emotion and it is a drug-injection Stirring, stimulating the narcotic for hypnotic action! Sentiment and motivation grew for mass destruction Few win to take control of our blood donation. Take it easy and go with the rule of nature, the might You need schools not streets to be right and bright! It's your choice what to do, what not in their whisper What can happen after and who will get rich or poor? You are just the instrument to be used for them Now, don't leave own family to be tools in their game! Their stupid calls for nationalism are very cheap It's a global world now and let nationalism sink deep! No country, countrymen got freedom in recent history Masters changed one for another and polished slavery! But falsely voicing for freedom and liberation Miscreants been giving public the nationalism poison! They give you free emotion and it is a drug-injection Stirring, stimulating the narcotic for hypnotic action! Sentiment, motivation grown for mass destruction To win, to take the control of your blood donation? Take it easy to go with the rule of nature, the might You need schools not streets to be right and bright! It's your choice what to do, what not in their whisper What will happen after, who will get rich or poor? You are nobody, just instruments to be used for them Now, don't leave own family to be tools in their game; Their stupid calls for nationalism are very cheap It's a global world now and let nationalism sink deep! Sweet smell of Harvest in East-West Highways, mountains, all are my best Deltas, plains, deserts, jungle, trees Snow showers and rains in prairies!