Linda Jantz
504 --- Street
New York City

January 14, 2000

Dear :

CHAIRMAN MAO
Is the sky blue? Still beyond the grave you defend its redness. Where clouds drift over mountains, blood reigns over the land of snow. Vultures peck at human remains and sacred stones lie in piles still.

HERE
Before the Cultural Revolution floods and famine, bowing heads, sinking feet in mud, society crumbling, dead babies up in arms. Chairman Mao your steady hand and heart were in need, drastic measures were called for.

IBETT
Chairman Mao living in past military feats, again you commanded attention. The ego is endless in its desires reliving old and worn tapes of grandeur under the guise of the peoples protector. Flapping your wings loudly, the great flag of communism, loud and red, read this I am your religion, just try getting along without Mao. Over the border soldiers carried your portrait from the floor to Heaven's ceiling. Son of Heaven, Son of a gun into Tibet.

NOW
Return to the motherland, milking it for what its worth, liberation from whom from what? Empires need enemies to exist real or imagined.

ALAS
Has the world not seen blood reign over the land of snow. Is the sky blue? How far we go to defend its redness. Turning yourself round and round again in a grave where the silence is deafening. Chairman Mao when will you rest. When will the world awaken.

AWAKEN

- Ordinary Citizen

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