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The same tanks roll on,crushing the mosques,the same firesburning the monks.

All the sensitive words have been erasedfrom a true history.All those missing peopleare the rightful citizens of a great country.

The pools of blood in the squarehave been washed away,shoppers in fake designer sneakershurry by without stopping.

Lock up the constitution.Rule the country with slogans.Build more and more reeducation campsto keep up with the domestic requirements.Install more surveillance camerasand electronic cash machinesto keep the populace happy and submissive.

Everyone has been muffledby the exhausting dance routine in the square.The heavens are infinitely highand the Emperor is far away—so far away that “one country, two systems”feels like it could almost be real,and the kindhearted Emperor sincerely caresthat everyone is dancing in unison to the same beat.

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Hung Hung

Hung Hung was born in Taiwan. He is a writer, poet, editor, stage director, film-maker, and, since 2004, the curator of Taipei Poetry Festival. His six collections of poetry include Homemade Bomb. He has been awarded the First Poetry Prize in the China Times Literary Award, the United Daily News Literary Award, the Poet of the Year Prize, and the Nanjing Literature Prize.

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