Upon the dragon’s mighty back, an empire’s weight does lay,
A pulsing heart of commerce, that beats both night and day.
Yet even dragons tire, and economies must bend,
For to invincible wealth, there is no certain end.
An offering to prosperity, a levy on the small,
A tax on sticks of bamboo, that feed them one and all.
Chopsticks, the humble servants, in every noodle's swirl,
Their price now borne by common folk, both boy and girl.
A grumble rises in the streets, a stir in the night market's din,
A tax on such a simple tool, can it be a win?
Their cups of tea grow bitter, their dim sum tastes of worry,
For an economy in flux, makes the future blurry.
Yet in this trial, a purpose, as leaders make their play,
To stoke the fires of industry, in a bold, unyielding way.
A gamble on their future, a bet against the tide,
To fortify their position, and hold their global stride.
The dragon stirs uneasily, sensing the people's plight,
Yet steadfast in its course, believing in its might.
A gambit to reclaim its strength, to bolster and secure,
The wealth of many at the cost, the few must now endure.
Yet chopsticks are more than tools, they are a symbol dear,
Of culture, history, unity, things the heart holds near.
The dragon must take heed of this, amidst its grand plan,
For the spirit of its people, is the true strength of this land.
So here lies China's paradox, in the hands of the humble and the great,
Can a stronger economy, and the people's will equate?
The dragon’s path is arduous, filled with both hope and strife,
In the balance hangs prosperity, the very pulse of life.
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