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The Most Golds How many times, in my dozen-presidents life, Have I had such a perfect chance To brandish a proletarian cliché like "I told you so"?
Not ever. But who couldn't see it coming, And not just in the U.S.A., which knows, better than anyone, How it feels to be owned by its richer uncle — Mao —
Beaten to a bloody, yellow pulp, in the capitalistic shell game, Raked over the import/export–deficit coals, Banished to the "MADE IN CHINA" gulag?
After all, when an economic superpower Decides to put its collective mind and formidable treasury, Systematically, to its national pride's grindstone,
Then winning fifty-one gold medals, to your rival's thirty-six, Can be an "I told you so" moment, as the world has seen, During these Games of the XXIX Olympiad, in Beijing?
Once, my country spent its unparalleled resources To defend peace, freedom, democracy, By building an atom bomb.
And we, the people of the Declaration of Independence, The Constitution, the atom bomb, Once again, at all costs, rose to the occasion — Russia's unexpected Sputnik-fly in our cosmic ointment — By landing an astronaut, on the moon, Who would take "one giant leap for mankind."
Now, it's China's turn to take its next small step for man. Will it be in its gold-medal dreams of worldwide hegemony, Or might it be closer to home — freeing its people?
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