A Tale of Two Cities
Is China for real?
Inscrutable
Living up to its sphinx-like world reputation
Whatever China says about China is just too good to be true
In the shadow of the sphinx
No credible capacity No horses rearing
To meet the global demands for the outsourced opportunity
Unless . . . Of course . . .
Look there!
Body numbers teeming The abacus rattling counting
People Power! The power of slaves with no power
Out of the toolbox Harnessed
Wielded by the Master Ruler of the Regime
See the great many hapless hopeless wretched workers
Enslaved Slaves Tools
Pushing pulling shoving Block by block building
Pyramids of their Socialist Market Economy
Capitalism with a lemon twist
Proudly they say in China
"Thanks to our One-Child Policy
We've dwindled our body numbers, we've dwindled our poor"
A historic economic achievement Greater than the Great Wall
The Great Wall only great Its long face red with insignificance . . .
It was bloody It was gory Deja vu all over
Impotent minds scheming the impotency of their people
The Economic Solution The Answer to their exploding population
A bright idea Beyond Confucian
A Silent War waged against their people
So door to door they went Swords bared Splashing blood on every door
It was bloody It was gory Deja vu all over
The HOLOCAUST all over Again
And the killing still goes on
While all at the same time in China's shores --
See the Aging Wave! A world record horde of 120 million
Plodding Growing Three in a hundred a year
Hapless hopeless wretched workers
You see them there
And so they find in China
The price exacted Unanticipated
Yes, the body numbers are down
Less poor people (But not less Poverty)
And as the Aging Mammoth face extinction The Realization . . .
See the Puny Young population! Short of the many extinguished Unborn!
A few small hands
Too puny to pick up the mammoth gauntlet for the Regime
A few small shoulders
Too raw to carry the cross toward their Salvation . . .
Wittingly Immorally
China tampered with nature to their disastrous destiny
They will work their aged to the bone . . . into gaping graves
Free at last Pain free at last . . .
The young and the poor ply their shift
Pall bearers of the dead aged and squandered unborn
Pieces of sheep's meat free falling into a future
Not for them to change Not in their lifetime
Not without The Shepherd
Is the US for real?
Human rights ! ! ! Hear humanity roar See the fists pump in the air
While eyes turn away
As the Benevolent Barbarian across ancient surfs
Replete with culture
Inflict its will on its people . . .
With eyes wide open
Our principles traded for assumptions And shaded perceptions
For impressions that cloak reality
Could it be because we're not any better than China?
Could it be we're not any better
Because we don't see any differently ?
Our poor, our underprivileged, our aged, our unborn, our unemployed
Just bodies Just liabilities Not as Potential Not as Frozen Assets
See the Backbone The Engine of our economy The Middle Class
Broken More poor than less rich Fazed by the future
Scanning the firmament Squinting through the haze
For any semblance of hope and help
See the moons of Democracy and Communism intersect
Two cities locking lips
A cusp carved out for exclusive company
PLUTOCRATS ONLY
Sorry . . . No Room for Christ
Alas Social Justice, we hardly knew ye
Same difference, both ideologies see you
See the children of a lesser god
Unclad Dignity ripped off their backs
Slunk away in the dark side of the barren moon
Casualties of Capitalism Without Conscience
Tools of the capitalist without a Higher Purpose other than itself
Humanity forgotten . . .
Again and again
The cliche all over again
Man's inhumanity to man
A tale of two cities ever changing . . . yet ever the same
For real . . .