21/08/2002
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FLAGS
28- You are the dragon’s dream.

Flags are to wrap cold bodies
Fake roofs make the world small
Freedom is hanging upside down
In the forgotten Laogaï camps
In the old yak slaughterhouse
Pick a number, wait in line
Let the prayer wheels turn now
Like the trees on the highway
Make a wish
Get me out of starvation
Yak meat on sale
Feed the butcher
Pick a number, wait in line
Hot balloons are made to castrate and to explode
Empires are made to kill and to fall
Alligators are made to fit in suitcases
Alarm clock, to secure time’s power
Swords, to rust.

Prisons are made for the wrong reasons.

Words are chains.
I burn like a hell’s bank note
On the open fire of the Qinghai camps.
They make tea over my dead body.
Starvation.
OM HAYKA MALAWARAVA SO HA
Open the laogaïs.
Please set me free.
Dead fish in bottomless sea.

The meat of the Yak, witch is bred an raised in the pollution-free and richly endowed natural grass-lands of the Qinghai-Tibetan high-lands, is uniquely processed to form this fine food product loved by the young and old alike for its quality, freshness, purity and nutrition.

This yak meat is an association of the American-Qinghai
corporation.

Free the Qinghai Laogai reeducation camps.
Long live Chairman Mao.
Long live the American Boa.

STERILIZED, SAFEFORUSE
You are the dragon’s dream.

 


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