POEM ON STRIKE

THIS POEM GOT FIRST PRICE IN SINO-INDIAN INTERNATIONAL STRIKE FESTIVAL


When I born, there was strike
When I grow up, strike follows me
When I go to road, strike blocks me
When I scared, strike is the reason
When I travel, strike falls on me
When I sick, strike doesnt allow me to hospital
And when I die, I am still struck up in a strike

And you Leftist fellow
When you born, you were taken care from strike
When you grow up, you go abroad for studies
When you go to road, comrades protect you
When you scared, ideology saves you
When you travel, you know in advance when to avoid
When you sick, hospital comes to you
And when you die, you are given red salute and escorted

And you calling me your supporter? No way

(This is copied from a famous poem - you calling me colored?) Do not feel offended.