Poetry: Falun Gong Foundation

I read once that somewhere in China
There are prison camps
for people the government doesn’t like,
Where they harvest body parts
And use them in making internationally-exported,
Commercial skin-care products.
In other words, wealthy white women of the world,
The internationally-aware, frantic fundraising
Champions of civil liberty,
Have all this time been unwittingly rubbing small, dead
Chinese people into their pink, pampered flesh
For purposes of moisturisation and beautification.
I find this so goddamn funny, that I can barely control myself.