Modern red revolutionary poetry, the shorter the better! Something like "Prisoner's Song" or something like that. Rush rush rush!!!

1. "Prisoner's Song"

Modern: Ye Ting

Doors locked for men to enter and exit, holes open for dogs to crawl through,

A voice shouts, Crawl out, and give you freedom!

I longed to be free, but also knew deep down -

how could a human body crawl out by a dog's hole! I can only look forward,

to that day - when the underground fire rushes and

burns this living coffin with me, and I shall live forever in fire and hot blood.

2. "My Confession"

Modern: Chen Ran

With the heavy iron shackles ringing at my feet, and with the whip raised high in the air,

I don't need any confession, even if I have to face a bloody bayonet on my chest. I don't need a confession, even if my chest is facing a bayonet with blood on it!

Human beings can't lower their noble heads, only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";

What's the point of torture? Even death cannot make me talk!

Laughing at death, the devil's palace is shaken by laughter;

This is my "confession" of a ****-production party member, who sang a song of triumph to bury Chiang's dynasty!

3, "sit through the bottom of the prison"

Modern: He Jingping?

In order to spare the next generation from suffering, we are willing-

willing to sit through the bottom of this prison!

We are born rebels, and we will turn this upside-down kettle of fish around!

We will knock this irrationality over!

Today, we're in jail, and what's so rare about jail?

In order to spare the next generation's suffering, we are willing-

willing to sit this prison bottom through!

4. A Word

Modern: Wen Yiduo

There is a word that is a curse, there is a word that can ignite a fire,

Don't look at the 5,000 years without saying anything, you can guess through the volcano's silence?

Maybe the volcano is suddenly obsessed with the devil, suddenly a thunderbolt in the blue sky

Blasted out: "Our China!"

How can I say this today?

There is a saying that you should listen to: when the volcano can't help but keep quiet;

don't shiver, stick out your tongue, and pause, wait until there is a thunderbolt in the blue sky

exploding: "Our China!"

5, "Dead Water"

Modern: Wen Yiduo

This is a ditch of despairing stagnant water, and the breeze can't blow half a ripple.

How about throwing more broken brass and iron, and splashing your leftovers?

Perhaps the copper to green into emerald, tin cans embroidered a few petals of peach blossoms;

In letting the grease weave a layer of Luo Yi, mold to him to steam out some clouds.

Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, floating with pearl-like white foam;

The little beads of laughter become big beads, and the wine-stealing flower mosquitoes bite through.

Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water boasts of a few sharp points.

If the frogs can not resist loneliness, and count the stagnant water called out a song.

This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water, this is not the place of beauty,

It is better to let the ugly to reclaim, to see what he made a world.