And shapes move like continents
Every little red book a sepulchre
Every bail of wheat a victory
The triumph is over ourselves
Values are not universal
They need to re-defined and re-learned
So a people is re-fashioned and confirmed
As consuming pets unquestioning
Our work has bought us what we earned
Mao's dream was about production
But consumption is the great leveler
His dragon is swallowing its own tail
And no longer is he master
© shaun patrick green 2011
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