The future must be Chinese.
Lest we fester in the ossified marrow of our own neoliberal decay—
a crumbling pantheon of rusted glass,
where markets worship only themselves
and liberty is leased by the hour.

Across the Pacific, a dragon smolders:
not rising, but returning.
Mandarinate dreams stitched into silicon veins,
pictographs encoded in the pulse of drones.
History, no longer written by victors—
but by those who remember.

We build nothing now but suffering.
They build empires in silence.

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The future must be Chinese.
Lest we fester in the ossified marrow of our own neoliberal decay—
a crumbling pantheon of rusted glass,
where markets worship only themselves
and liberty is leased by the hour.

Across the Pacific, a dragon smolders:
not rising, but returning.
Mandarinate dreams stitched into silicon veins,
pictographs encoded in the pulse of drones.
History, no longer written by victors—
but by those who remember.

We build nothing now but suffering.
They build empires in silence.