There is no way to capture the sadness, disgust, awe, and prophetic fear I felt when I read Jung Chang’s Wild Swans. This is what rolled through me when I tried:
“We are so much better, so much more civilized;”
Western eyes roll in disgust;
Atrocities through three generations;
But don’t we have our own Wild Swans?
We call ourselves genteel, less cruel;
Do we afford a different dignity than they?
Three women and their consorts, possessed and owned;
Freedom revoked rings a bell.
Building revolution on the backs of the people;
Claiming destruction as necessity;
Removing obstacles, or are they heralds?
Shut them down. We know best.
One hundred years to global power:
Centuries of women under the bus;
A saga of savagery in silk and porcelain:
Is it a cautionary tale?