The Ghost Of The Chinese Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

We have a pedestal nearby, clearly so completely empty it sulks,
Once upon a time the one who stretched out his hand stood there
Sent away everyone to destroy capital, to remove excess fat and intestines,
Those sent, however, returned from the stage, the leader was removed, Imprisoned and sent away
To kick uproot, dream of communism, wait for the ghost without restraint and Faint,
He turned out to be a Chinese, all over the world with all the capital goods for asking everywhere imposed,
The ghost settled on the pedestal and clearly says who was
Once upon a war, hunger, revolution someone became an empty nothing- compete with time, Mob and need, turn three times, stick your finger into the sky if you get There Then call yourself Chinese.