Mao Tse-tung
01/09/1963
Reply to Comrade Kuo Mo-jo
–to the tune of Man Chiang Hung On this tiny globeA few flies dash themselves against the wall,Humming without cease,Sometimes shrilling,Sometimes moaning. Ants on the locust tree assume a great-nation swaggerAnd mayflies lightly plot to topple the giant tree.The west wind scatters leaves over Changan,And the arrows are flying, twanging. So many deeds cry out… Read More »