China the Red Plague

Earth, water, fire, metal, and sky... pummeled to submission. Refuse and decay, side by side, ground into submission. Once pristine mountains ranged high; Mongols in ascension riding beneath the starry skies, now, whipped into submission. Wild rivers now hemmed, tortured, bound; green trees, now sickened, brown; all bare, and skeletal, background; beneath soot filled skies, fouled. All the grandeur now gone sighs ground into submission. for Mao’s legacy cry, no course but submission.