A Children’s Rhyme
Posted by MyLaowai on Saturday, March 28, 2009
This is the peasant whose son ran off,
Who had the SARS that killed with a cough,
Who knew the official with snout in the trough,
All he knows is greed and sloth,
Who once was a student who only could scoff
At the landlord who’s ears he’d cut off,
On the orders of the Party Boss,
Who always seemed cross,
And went on to starve the poor,
And start some wars,
And kick laowai out,
Then blamed the drought,
Murdered the monks,
Smelled like a skunk…
This is the State that Mao built.
MyLaowai said
In response to an emailed question from a reader:
I love writing poems and rhymes. I write them for my children, so that they, too, can appreciate the wonderful world of Life In China (obviously I don’t want them meeting actual Chinese people on a regular basis). Everything lyrical you have read here, was written for my children.
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