Poetry

Sunday, 21 March 2021

Made in China

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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