For you, life does not matter,
You have killed your own sons,
For us, life is a gift of God,
Every soldier is like my son.
You killed your sons at Tiananmen Square.
To save your Communist rule,
Those children were someone's hope,
You crushed millions of lives.
Surely they were not your sons,
Or you wouldn't have been merciless,
You are a crack dictator,
You are bound to be merciless.
Do not touch my country,
You are trying to meet demise,
Your pitcher of lies is up to the brim,
One more sin and you meet demise.
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