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!