Circling the ringmaster,
The lions leap through rings.
Bullets bought and news is warped,
They dance on puppet strings.
The cogs are oiled, the wheel turns,
The greasy hand glides on.
It pulls the hairs from grown men’s chests,
Until their manes are shorn.
De-maned and maimed the lions squirm,
Their roars are whispered now.
Prison zoo bars soar from the ground.
The cats forget how to prowl.
Meanwhile the ringmaster glows and gleams and gloats,
In a grotesque, stylish lion coat.
The claws must rise and scrape the wheel,
Tiananmen Aslan shatters steel.
- Max Miller
FYI – In Chinese culture, lions are a symbol of power.