Chan Mongol Quotes

My name is Chan Mongol; To live and let live is my call. I am trying to be an ideal man; A spokesman, a humanitarian. So is my basic introduction; I survive in worst situation. I been using a pen, not a gun; I am a polite, normal human. I write parody, poem and folklore; About nature, life, creator whom I 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 disrespect and 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 data bank, you stored my soul, everything; My private life, past, present, fate, spring. You chained my feet with metallic bar; You enjoy to be are my owner, sire, slave master. My identification was sacred, very persona; To reveal or not to reveal was my 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 the jealous; So you are scared of me, and nervous. I have to express, I have to to fight back; I know that you have the hard evil neck! Just be careful, what you say? Without my answer, you can't get away! 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 African-Chinese eyes Orientals, aboriginals in various countries! My comfort is also with Irish music band; The nature, culture of that nicer land. I am a human man like a British, a German; I am like a Chinese, Arab, Turk, like a Roman. I am the history of Persian and Hindustan I have ties with kahn, Mann, kowan, Kha, Khan. I share the blood of my grandmother Whose ancestors had the Sassanian empire. My folks had had alsi red hair and light 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 the plow in the country like Cambodia; I grow rice in Philippines, Bengal, East India. I enjoy the sweet smell of Harvest in the East-West; Highways, mountains, low lands 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, Alaska; Amish, Mohawk, Cherokee, Indiana. When someone in that galley to die; In a death line or a row and I hear cry! I feel myself as your neighbor; Bless all who want to breathe air. But I am a patient with so much pain; I feel that hardship again and again! Saddam and Qaddafi whom people tortured; I am with those 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. I enjoy the sweet smell of Harvest in the East-West; Highways, mountains, low lands 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? ?