Everything I hear makes me feel frightened by China
They’ve got lots of machine-guns
& they still use them
On stadiums: TATATATATATATATA
Dissidents cooked like a Sichuan hotpot,
beautiful minds forced to applaude & to nod
before the Red ideology pimps
who swallow artists & poets like fried shrimps.
Don’t bury WeiWei under his Sunflower Seeds hill,
on this ocean of porcelain grains we will kneel
knowing our lives are no better than those of scrods
and we’ll ask for forgiveness to the beast-headed gods.
te-a prins si pe tine semintzaraia de portzelanRăspundețiȘtergere
uite Maureen E. Doallas
Seeds of Dissent
Poem for Ai Weiwei
your sunflower seeds
showering our words for yours,
your voice gone missing.
ti-a placut tate modern? :)RăspundețiȘtergere
foarte foarte frumos si proaspatRăspundețiȘtergere
you're on to smth :)