Going to China
Get the jab
But no UK, American or Russian prefab
Rubs me up the wrong way
Against the grain
Feel the chemicals rushing
Through the arm vein
You must have the vaccine
Before you come
But only if it is
Made in China
Used to be that plastic rubbish from China floats up
Used to be they flooded the market
With their crap
But now they are the market
All kinds of rip offs and add ons
And recalibrations of existing scrap
Made in China
But now it is vast
This world of people and machines
Moving as an ant farm
Industrializing Spring
The march continues
Wave the red flag
They're coming over yonder
While the cat is in the bag
Keep it in there - they cry
Meow, Meow Mao Tse tung
Now he's out
There's no point crying
Over spilt milk
Something's brewing
It's a rumbling storm
It's a maelstrom of damage wanting to get done
But in the destruction and chaos
Something beautiful is created
Perhaps an idea of the dissolution of power
Being dissipated
But we want no more men with moustaches
Or marching jack boots in our streets
Perhaps a carnival of dragons
And sweetmeats
Made in China
Something decidedly British for us
To accept cultural indoctrination
Like drop it in our afternoon tea
As an afterthought
A little piece of Mao
Or an imprint on a cup and saucer
Look it's already here read it in
The tea leaves
Made in China
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