You are an invader.
In broad day light you sit in pride.
On our land, cocking a snook in Confucius style.
Devoid of justice, humane substance, utterly shameless.
Like a proud criminal,
Gleaming at exploits of homicide, rape, child abuse, and unspeakable'.
We are in shock,
We always knew you were a barbarian manufacturing soft toys,
We suspected the stuffed toys were pregnant with the vampires of blood lust.
Of ghosts of millions of your own whom you slaughtered because they begged to differ.
We don't want to Nuke you, we want our way of life to be,
We don't want to turn into butchers just because of your debauchery.
Alas if we had the strength, which we once did,
To go on indefinite fast until death,
Till you withdrew from our Holy Lands.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
The People's Republic of China has invaded into India and ingress end into 19 Kilometers of our territory across the international border. The People's Republic of China sits there shamelessly in broad day light, in full knowledge of the international community. When Saddam invaded Kuwait the world blew his head off, The world is bought by China, therefore it seems the world is waiting for China to come and blow their heads off.
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