TWO BIRDS: A DIALOGUE
Autumn 1965 --to the tune of Nien Nu Chiao
The roc wings fanwise,
Soaring ninety thousand li
And rousing a raging cyclone.
The blue sky on his back, he looks down
To survey Man's world with its towns and cities.
Gunfire licks the heavens,
Shells pit the earth.
A sparrow in his bush is scared stiff..
"This is one hell of a mess!
O I want to flit and fly away."
"Where, may I ask?"
The sparrow replies,
REPLY TO COMRADE KUO MO-JO
--to the tune of Man Chiang Hung
January 9, 1963
On this tiny globe
A few flies dash themselves against the wall,
Humming without cease,
Ants on the locust tree assume a great-nation swagger
And 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 to be done,
And always urgently;
The world rolls on,
Ten thousand years are too long,
Seize the day, seize the hour!
The Four Seas are rising, clouds and waters raging,
The Five Continents are rocking, wind and thunder roaring.
Our force is irresistible,
Away with all pests!
Poems | Selected Works of Mao Tse-tung
The revolutionary war is a war of the masses; it can be waged only by mobilizing the masses and relying on them.
Be Concerned with the Well-Being of the Masses, Pay Attention to Methods of Work, chapter8, (January 27, 1934), Selected Works, Vol. I. p. 147.
A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery. It cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.