A Song For Liao Yiwu (Redacted) Poem by David McLansky

A Song For Liao Yiwu (Redacted)

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A Song for Liao Yiwu

In the Stateless prison of Liao Yiwu,
Where class has been abolished,
There are always slaves to shine your shoes,
Fresh blood is used as polish.

The Emperor of the citadel
Can command a hundred songs
Who magically can cast a spell
And dispel a hundred wrongs.

The hypocrisy of Mao Zedong,
Sitting on his throne,
Claimed fame from a March called Long,
A road of soldiers bones;

China is the largest prison
Organized on Earth
It's prisoners ranked by class division
Which certifies their worth.

David McLansky

Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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