Sick witch, no wit, but infest with old itch;
Coy in power pitch, fame trip to turn rich.
Trigger a world war, for mere selfish gain;
Unleash nuclear bomb, no pain for third stain.
Slough and slide, cicadas chirp in chorus;
Tracked flight slip through defense so porous;
Sly old wolf alight in jubilant mood;
Flamboyant gesture and the intrude crude.
Sombre warning tone, frustrate the divide;
No bloodshed and collide, snide hurts their pride.
The peace upset all, worship Ukraine war.
Gunboats at your shore, gore at every door.
Pain in confusion, addict to challenge;
Change celebrates lives, love finds new balance.
Nancy Pelosi, speaker of US House of Representative, led a congressional team in a tracked flight to Taiwan discreetly. She has varied nicknames, from benign nanny to old witch or wolf. Her trip was not officially sanctioned by the President but who knows the truth, with the policy of “strategic ambiquity”. It was reported that her family was involved in corrupt microchip business, and was eager to travel to Taiwan to meet businesses, but the slogan was to protect democracy in the island, not the deprived in California. The flight lurked behind security operation, with carrier Reagan fleet protection. She turned deaf ears to PM Lee of Singapore, and landed in the province despite all the warning by the Chinese Government that US rescinded all agreement. Nanny Nancy thought she out smarted all, until Chinese government sanctioned her family economically. The Chinese did not take the bite to shoot at her plane as declared. Short of being called a paper tiger, the missile attack would have caused bloodshed and destruction. In fact she was lured into the island. The chirping of cicadas in unison was liked a chorus, with appearance of weak defences to allow the flight to slip in. Instead many Chinese thought the government did not have the guts to do so, but excessive heavy warning was due to fear of the real imagined tiger. Her visit could open another Ukrainian-like battlefield, with no land mass for common people to run away. US had dropped two nuclear bombs and a third in desperation. The next day, the scenario changed, outside their script.
The sonnet was my narration of the event. US is no longer a democracy but a plutocracy, as stated by the wise Kishore Mahbubani from Singapore. It is a sin to deny a country from reunification, after 70 odd years. It is sheer western arrogance to assume that Asians or Chinese cannot decide their own destiny.
The last two concluding lines was inspired from the book, which was published in 1974. We talk about unconditional love, but we know only conditional love. There is always a lag, only awareness of lack, can enrich our resources.At every juncture of changing impermanence, there’s pain. It is this dukkha (suffering or distress) that makes us stop and wonder, on different perspective. There are no perfect choice, itself is pain.our love is conditional on this change and pain.
All the pictures were copied and pasted from the web with appreciation.