M-A-B-A
Red China is not afraid of any country,
In wars of attrition-they'll probably "win"
because it's a numbers game.
They've more rabbits and bats than anybody...
What they are afraid of is an old holy man.
With his sun-bright orange robes- a planet-cracking smile...
Spinning the silk of love around the earth
a million-million times.
The Dali Lana is Tiananmen Square-squared.
The commies are dreadfully scared of him.
Wishing for him to wither away like an old lotus flower.
Like a giant red buzzard circling life.
They wish to tear a sigh of relief
from his chest and plant it in theirs.
But little do they know
This is the beginning of their slow death.
The people will bloom even amidst thorns.
Make Asia Beautiful Again.
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