The Warlords Clash
—to the tune of Qing Ping Yue
Mao Zedong
Sudden veer of wind and rain
Showering misery through the land,
The warlords are clashing anew—
Yet another Golden Millet Dream.
Red banners leap over the Ting River
Straight to Longyan and Shanghang.
We have reclaimed part of the golden bowl
And land is being shared out with a will.