They had to bring them from the farms, <br />The rural soldiers far from the storm <br />Those naïve lads deprived of books <br />Who obeyed their orders while sergeants looked; <br /> <br />Hayseeds who had never seen the city <br />Fixed bayonets without a dint of pity <br />And marched with fear within their eye <br />Not knowing that their leaders lied; <br /> <br />Who jumped down from their transport trucks <br />And formed their lines their eyes awestruck <br />Heads turned around at neon signs, <br />Colonel Sanders left them blind; <br /> <br />McDonalds with their great round eyes <br />Came to them a great surprise; <br />These rebels lived in paradise <br />With Coca Cola and pizza pie; <br /> <br />So they stormed the Square firing their guns, <br />And shot down Lincoln on the run; <br />Down went Washington and Jefferson <br />Wounded by soldeir/peasants guns; <br /> <br />James Madison stood up and tried to sing <br />But they clubbed him in the melee ring; <br />Their sergeant promised them Big Macs, <br />After they concluded their attack. <br /> <br />But remember the World War I song <br />And here the peasants sing along, <br />“How you gonna keep them down on the farm, <br />After they’ve had KFC.”<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/june-4th-tiananmen/
