There is no less nor is there more
Who knows what next may be in store
If we think of it at all
Will it cause a market fall
Market forces rule our lives
Gas price rises then it dives
Like a puppet on a string
Market is the ruling king
Food is grown on the land
Farmers need a helping hand
They bear the cost for little gain
Consumer pays with lots of pain
Made in China label reads
No matter what may be our needs
Chinese work for little pay
Middleman is making hay
When all our work is done abroad
We’ll find it’s been a frightful fraud
Change this mess we surely should
But would we change it if we could
A very good point she says with her belly full of chinese food...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
made in China.I.like it