Mao Zedong poems
March From Tingchow To Changsha
- by Mao Zedong 13
In June Heaven's armies chastise the corrupt and evil,Seeking to bind roc and whale with a league-long cord.
Red glows the far side of the Kan,
Thanks to our wing under Huang Kung-lueh.
A million workers and peasants rise up,
Sweeping Kiangsi straight towards Hunan and Hupeh.
To the Internationale's stirring strains
A wild whirlwind swoops from the sky.
Militia Women Inscription on a Photograph
- by Mao Zedong 11
How bright and brave they look, shouldering five-foot riflesOn the parade ground lit up by the first gleams of day.
China's daughters have high-aspiring minds,
They love their battle array, not silks and satins.