Chinangle

There are no friends,
Just interests about;
Promises of a new Chinese market,
Pushed our old friend Taiwan
Right out,
A lack of business
Started the Vietnamese war,
And instead at its conclusion,
We'll sell each Chinese a new car,
If this does not work,
We'll start a new war.

Pearl Harbor is forgotten,
Its treachery kindly explained,
The fried kids of Nagasaki
Have been quietly drained,
As long as there is business,
The friendship is great,
If Japanese imports
Should hurt us too much,
We'll arm to the teeth,
And then light a match,
Japan will then fight,
And happily lose,
And some more golden eggs
Will be laid
By the American goose.

The German, today,
Is our best friend,
But if business goes sour,
This also will end,
And millions will die,
And mothers will cry,
And profits will rise.
I ask you, my friends,
Will fools ever be wise?

No! We still play the same game,
Now, Iraq is its name,
While China is getting our honey,
While we're losing trade
And devaluating our money.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz