In Western China Uighurs now have barracks by decree
where they can learn in comfort how to sew and filigree.
They're fed and clothed unstintingly by Beijing's open hand,
in air conditioned cell blocks with kind teachers fully manned.
Formerly a savage race of nomads with a creed
that needed to be modified and then brought up to speed,
the happy Uighur tribesmen now rejoice in pleasant camps
where they are learning Mandarin beneath bright paper lamps.
Reeducated and reformed to spurn hostility,
the Xinjiang inhabitants now seek gentility.
So many of them have been blessed, their modest homes vacated,
they hardly notice that their way of life is terminated.
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