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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dragon Lake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bao Peng sat back and lit his pipe, <br>The hob was cold, the ash quite dead, <br>He drew a tiny firelight<br>That lit the scar high on his head.<br>While Zhang was hushed, he gathered round<br>Each brother, cousin; neighbours too, <br>‘Bao Peng will not begin his tale<br>Until your silence asks him to! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘In years gone by, ’ Bao Peng began, <br>‘When revolution ruled this land, <br>Our village lived at peace back then, <br>We helped each other, as we can! <br>We grew rice in the paddy fields<br>Kept pigs and horses, sheep and game, <br>And lived, though poor, contentedly<br>Until the Helmsman’s Red Guards came.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘We drew our water from the lake<br>And shared in everything we grew, <br>The Buddhists had a temple there<br>A thousand years, for all we knew.<br>They held our manuscripts and deeds, <br>Cared for our souls, and history, <br>These holy men did no-one harm<br>But lived an ageless mystery! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Red Guards came, in gangs and droves, <br>Just schoolkids really, like some mob, <br>With filthy mouths they screamed at us, <br>Then beat our women, killed our dogs.<br>They made us swear to love their Mao, <br>To hate the ‘Olds’ - old buildings, books, <br>We didn’t stand a chance -’ Peng stopped…<br>And felt the scar from Red Guard hooks! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘They killed my wife, Mei Fang, ’ he said, <br>‘They stoned her up on Bullock Hill, ’<br>The tears streamed freely down his cheeks<br>And we could see, he loved her still! <br>‘And then they went down to the lake<br>To burn the temple, burn the books, <br>The monks were slaughtered, beaten down<br>With clubs and knives, with swords and hooks! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘The flames came through the Temple roof, <br>The pages of the books were charred, <br>We stood well back, as well we knew<br>What they’d not know - the Beijing Guard! <br>A form stirred deep within the lake, <br>The waters moved, and out there slid<br>The monstrous shape of fang and claw, <br>The greatest ‘Old’ that ever lived! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘The screams were heard for hours that night, <br>The ghastly shrieks of those devoured, <br>The ones who raised their clubs to me, <br>Dragged in the water, overpowered! <br>The Red Guards never came our way<br>Again, we held a village wake…<br>They should have asked, before they burned<br>Just why we called it - Dragon Lake! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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The hob was cold, the ash quite dead, 
He drew a tiny firelight
That lit the scar high on his head.
While Zhang was hushed, he gathered round
Each brother, cousin; neighbours too, 
‘Bao Peng will not begin hi..."></div>
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