Stigma on China
Of course it is important to keep calm.
I have to experience excitements
But should not let them flood the brain.
Excitements have their own logic,
And so I am urged to address
The personified Great Power:
“Listen China, get a translator,
So that you can understand what I am saying.
Your overwhelming population doesn’t justify
Genocide or the killing of a culture.
Tibet is a culture of its own,
And your technique of extermination shall blemish
All the culture of China
From now on and several thousands of years backwards.
You can’t save yourself even though
The USA exterminated the culture of the red Indians,
The Romans scattered the Jews
And the Germans gassed them.
Not to mention the forced union of Soviet.
I have to consider
Whether I shall stop entering notes
On this papers in a Chinese note-book.
I wonder what is invisible on the blank pages
Of legal hanky-panky and forgery with history
When you deny Tibet the right of independence
And religious liberty.
Shame on China!
As long as Tibet is invaded and maltreated!”
Maybe China, then, tells us
That every culture is so stained.
When the poet rambled on about a peach branch
And a dickey-bird hidden among the leaves,
His assistant, the politician, went to work
With sword and torture.
What, then, about the peoples’ cry for justice?
Shall the dark clouds never
Be replaced by a brisk wind?
© Per-Olof Johansson, DK
ps: ..efter længere tids arbejde på en engelsk version af dette digt, havde jeg bare lyst til at se det i luften
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