Something to say to the poet who wrote A Poem to the West

Something to say to the poet, alleged to be Prof. D.L. Lin, who wrote
A Poem to the West

The Poet:
When we were the Sick Man of Asia, We were called The Yellow Peril.

Me tot the Poet:
So we used to call them Western Barbarian in return, and later Alien Devil

The Poet:
When we are billed to be the next Superpower, we are called The Threat

Me to the Poet:
You think they really mean superpower? They could mean silenced super howler
But we are surely smart enough to avoid becoming The Dread

The Poet:
When we closed our doors, you smuggled drugs to open markets.

Me to the Poet:
That's history, now they seem to respect our shores
And they have paid back with that hijacked s.s. Hong Kong, together with a bit of goods and some garnets

The Poet:
When we embrace Free Trade, you blame us for taking away your jobs.

Me to the Poet:
You don't complain about an emotional little girl in her first grade
Who blame us could be their soap opera sister who sobs

The Poet:
When we were falling apart, you marched in your troops and wanted your fair share.

Me to the Poet:
But they couldn't keep on being smart
They returned part of the share to help create one of our earliest universities when our literate fellow countrymen were really, really rare

The Poet:
When we tried to put the broken pieces back together again, Free Tibet you screamed, It Was an Invasion!

Me to the Poet:
Why bother to explain
Even if all of them howl at the same time, they don't come close to shaking a single small mound in our nation

The Poet:
When we tried Communism, you hated us for being Communist.

Me to the Poet:
They had hated the wrong guys, we used to call it Communism
But we have never been truly Communist

The Poet:
When we embrace Capitalism, you hate us for being Capitalist.

Me to the Poet:
Their hatred is pointless, we do not embrace Capitalism
We embrace money, and we don't really mean that Capitalist

The Poet:
When we have a billion people, you said we were destroying the planet.

Me to the Poet:
Don't forget our Chairman Mao had a vision better than an eagle
He knew more people could quarry more granite

The Poet:
When we tried limiting our numbers, you said we abused human rights.

Me to the Poet:
We threw aborted fetuses in the dumpsters
And we rendered the ordinary young couples enjoying no romantic nights

The Poet:
When we were poor, you thought we were dogs.

Me to the Poet:
But we were still lucky for sure
You know, they feed their fellow Americans as if they were hogs

The Poet:
When we loan you cash, you blame us for your national debts.

Me to the Poet:
Some of them are just too rash
No wonder a few bad guys among us made bad food for their pets

The Poet:
When we sell you goods, you blame us for global warming.

Me to the Poet:
In return we gape for their junk foods
And we never blame them for that lethal love handle forming

The Poet:
When we buy oil, you call it exploitation and genocide.

Me to the Poet:
Although complaint is no hard toil
Forget the accusation and see if this works: pay the accusers well buying something, what about buffalo hide

The Poet:
When you go to war for oil, you call it liberation.

Me to the Poet:
They normally pay big for the spoil
What turns out fully liberated, is always a sort of liber-Satan

The Poet:
When we were lost in chaos and rampage, you demanded rules of law.

Me to the Poet:
Perhaps we used to be too keen on self-damage
Yet we might still have got caress as well as scratch from their Anglo-Saxon claw

The Poet:
When we uphold law and order against violence, you call it violating human rights.

Me to the Poet:
Why don't we just ignore such nonsense
And try to act much more humanely and benevolently according to our lights

The Poet:
When we were silent, you said you wanted us to have free speech.

Me to the Poet:
We weren't really silent
We were silenced, but we weren't busy engulfing a succulent peach

The Poet:
When we are silent no more, you say we are brainwashed-xenophobics.

Me to the Poet:
Care about such a stupid cliché no more
They invented Shangri-La and Tibet-topia, some of them are brainless Sino-phobics

The Poet:
Why do you hate us so much, we asked.

Me to the Poet:
Not they, but ourselves should be asked

The Poet:
'No,' you answered, 'we don't hate you.'

Me to the Poet:
Why don't we just accept the answer
And whisper a boo

The Poet:
We don't hate you either,

Me to the Poet:
If we really don't, we could if we like, our mind just needs to be freer

The Poet:
But, do you understand us?

Me to the Poet:
Of course they don't, why make a fuss

The Poet:
'Of course we do,' you said, 'We have AFP, CNN and BBC's...'

Me to the Poet:
Liars' faces sometimes turn red
Not keen on lying, no wonder no longer RED are our CCTV's

The Poet:
What do you really want from us?

Me to the Poet:
Ask no more, it's bound for emptiness. Before we have gone too far, get off the wrong bus

The Poet:
Think hard first, then answer...

Me to the Poet:
How could you treat your teacher as though he's a CNN's anchor

The Poet:
Because you only get so many chances.

Me to the Poet:
Don't envy them for their chances, ask them if they like Tango, or Yangge dances

The Poet:
Enough is Enough, Enough Hypocrisy for This One World.

Me to the Poet:
Hypocrisy or what they won't care. Maybe you should create a more impressive line for the mouth to hurl

The Poet:
We want One World, One Dream, and Peace on Earth.

Me to the Poet:
All in all, peace is already commonplace, despite babies of hatred are still given birth

The Poet:
This Big Blue Earth is Big Enough for all of Us.

Me to the Poet:
Only when this us really can mean them and us