Over
Open-eyed, in waiting
Think of world in changing
Faces same
Looks are same
Even the bodies same
Some of them same people
Of Peking or Beijing
(In thinking)
There the bikes are missing
No more tens of thousands
Millions in biking, uniformed…
In Nanjing to Shanghai…
Mao is
In pictures.
No more is; he
Alive…
With visors
Red and white
Scarlet, colourful
And fancy…
They walk dogs
Or raise and drop hands
Toronto reflects the Mao's past
None has time to think of
The Mao and Nixon, Kissinger
Happy and freely go church
Raise many children
"Hell to rest! "
Past is past
Is "Over! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem