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Zeyar Lynn
A FAITH WORTHY OF 45 MILLION
In the communist country of GodThe peasants are reinstating Jesus Christ
Three peasants, half-naked
Jesus in a loincloth
His statue on bent knees, leaning against a peasant
The second peasant, inserting His left arm
Into the left arm hole, as if He were a man
The third one popping out of an old building
Righteously shouldering His whole right arm
There are at least 45 million Christians in China today
Claims Newsweek, May 16, 2004
As the country’s economy takes off
This occidental Godism
(The spectre that has haunted Europe)
Has emerged from the underground chapels
It has waded through the daylight
The Son of God in human pain
In bloody crown of thorns for centuries
His neck broken, His head tilted to the right
As if He has just come back from a forced labour camp.
(Shall we put Him back on the cross in the hall of fame.)
To shepherd black sheep
To save souls
To spread God’s utterance, God’s red dogma
All over the world.
Holy Father
The Saviour of the faithful
Sunday is for you
The other six days are for the people
For the party
The country of God’s crucifix
Onward you march Christian mercenaries
The proletarian red of people’s China.
© Translation: 2011, ko ko thett
From: Bones Will Crow: Fifteen Contemporary Burmese Poets
Publisher: Arc, Todmorden, UK, 2012
From: Bones Will Crow: Fifteen Contemporary Burmese Poets
Publisher: Arc, Todmorden, UK, 2012
A FAITH WORTHY OF 45 MILLION
© 2012, Zeyar Lynn
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A FAITH WORTHY OF 45 MILLION
A FAITH WORTHY OF 45 MILLION
In the communist country of GodThe peasants are reinstating Jesus Christ
Three peasants, half-naked
Jesus in a loincloth
His statue on bent knees, leaning against a peasant
The second peasant, inserting His left arm
Into the left arm hole, as if He were a man
The third one popping out of an old building
Righteously shouldering His whole right arm
There are at least 45 million Christians in China today
Claims Newsweek, May 16, 2004
As the country’s economy takes off
This occidental Godism
(The spectre that has haunted Europe)
Has emerged from the underground chapels
It has waded through the daylight
The Son of God in human pain
In bloody crown of thorns for centuries
His neck broken, His head tilted to the right
As if He has just come back from a forced labour camp.
(Shall we put Him back on the cross in the hall of fame.)
To shepherd black sheep
To save souls
To spread God’s utterance, God’s red dogma
All over the world.
Holy Father
The Saviour of the faithful
Sunday is for you
The other six days are for the people
For the party
The country of God’s crucifix
Onward you march Christian mercenaries
The proletarian red of people’s China.
© 2011, ko ko thett
From: Bones Will Crow: Fifteen Contemporary Burmese Poets
Publisher: 2012, Arc, Todmorden, UK
From: Bones Will Crow: Fifteen Contemporary Burmese Poets
Publisher: 2012, Arc, Todmorden, UK
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