Whang ye, Wang Yi? I doubt it, Pard,
at least not out beyond your own backyard.
You think you can bully Canada's journalists
with the back-hand of your flicking wrists?
China's Communists bullysunk in stink
fishing sea landward to keep in the pink
since sabre rattling's now the only way
for bankrupt regimes to keep their sway.
Economically vulnerable, filled with chemical shit,
its suffering peasants made of millstone grit,
government critics filling up its jails,
its diplomats now fly far off the rails.
Wang's 'sorely mistaken', Sophie Richardson* states
a paper tiger's he who snarls as he berates
journalists he can't control on foreign soil;
they'll reign on his parade, his cool to spoil.
So, No-Whanger Wang Yi, go away!*
Corruption may drag you down, someday.
Look to your own Party; kitchen's the best place:
more fools may nod to see your flannel face.
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*Sophie Richardson is China Director at Human Rights Watch.
She said Wang's rebuke suggested Beijing believed it could control foreign journalists as it does Chinese journalists at home.
*'Go away', for those who don't geddit, is a very mild form of 'Fart Off And Do-yourself-in!' :)
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PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
