The brave are measured
By what they can lose,
A billionaire in Jimmy Choos
Calmy says the state’s corrupt,
Will someone tell her
To shut up;
Someone put that bitch in jail
Does she want the State to fail?
Does she want riots in the streets,
The thundering tread of ill-shod feet;
Why isn’t she like Donald Trump: ;
Smug arrogant, unpleasing, plump;
A member of the Power Elite
With Ferragamos on his feet;
Does Xin not think of what she can lose,
More than just her Jimmy Choos;
She says we need Democracy.
Is she not a member of the Autocracy?
She turns against her adopted class
When poverty is rampant, vast;
Let her recall the assembly line,
The robot tasks that dull the mind;
Let her shut her trap or she’ll soon find,
Once more she'll dine on melon rind,
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh the political humour is wonderful