O Sunny Mao

by TheEstimableEelz

Published May 6, 2011

O Sunny Mao


'Twas a brilliant day in China,
and the sun was out in force –
patrolling the streets as if secret
police, out with the old and dust:
the new all over now.

Vendors, traders, profiteers, private
what once was public, what now?
Mercantile madness, madam, marches
made 'in China' so oft today; rolling off
Mao for Adam Smith on myriad
assembly lines renouncing in sarcastic
fervor – owning multiple pairs of jeans
minus dogma produced by the few now
shoddy, mass interpretation.

Oh they may smile in North Korea,
they may reminisce in Russia,
but in China as in Mudville
stoic standards have been stricken;
O Mao, does the sun still permeate your grave?

Comments & reviews · 2
questcrewforever commented Comment · May 6, 2011

Heya,
This was really cool and deep. Not a whole lot to say actually, except, should it be 'made in china' not made 'in china'
Well, that's the only thing i really picked up on, sorry...
Quest.

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BluesClues wrote a review Review · May 6, 2011

This is good (and kind of funny, although I don't know if you intended it to be that way). I especially like the second stanza. As a matter of personal preference, I feel that the first part of the first stanza (especially the word "'twas") does not quite fit in with the voice of the rest of the poem, but I leave the decision to change it to your discretion.

Also, I too experiment with punctuation and grammar and have a vocabulary of over 9000 words. :)

(Okay, maybe I don't. But who's counting, anyway?)

~Blue



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights