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| Trump makes a Pearl Harbour Joke |
Stand up Japan, Stand up and rise from your "defeat"and rule the world again. You who once rule the four corners, in all four season with discipline, temerity and prowess, With your feared Navy which need to make a return. You who stunned the world with your intelligence Bushido, and your relentlessness need to return and et the boughs of the world aflame again
reflame the strength of the introspection that spindle craft, ideas and innovations.
I scream Nippon Tate! stand up and do it just right, it was a lot I know, the cascaded trauma of those who witness the very blitz of hell and can tell of it's genetic lattice, of a scar deepened by destroying a town in surrender to further weaken and damn it's minds child.
So you took on baseball and McDonald of shame as the noose and recoil of your defeat. But it was no defeat, For they destroyed a defenseless city wary of the strength lurking in her children, the strength they know you have within.
So I say rise Japan and wash clean what wound that would be constantly rubbed with salt and laugh hard again, You are the one who gave us us Suzuki Okamoto Taro, Eiichiro Oda, and Terumasa Hino.
Fight and leave American and her accursed system behind detach from America folly and go back inwards and bring back the rails, ramen store, dango, blacksmithing, Samurai, Kabuki, paintings, tea and flower arrangement, your own clothing instead of that suit and tie, copy culture, a beggary of existence and conformity of a shame.
Bring back your lust, your arrogance, your verve, your samurai discipline your innovation your strength your fight, Bring back your military once again.
Bring back the Tomoyuki Yamashita, Admiral Tojo, and other great warriors, You who gave us Tanizaki, Ryunosuke, and Kawabata, shouting hoarse like Yukio Mishima, I say Tate!!
Bring back your sword, long sweated in age old rust, and fear of the mushroom cloud, sheated by rubble of such death by a light so bright.
So you took on baseball and McDonald of shame as the noose and recoil of your defeat. But it was no defeat, For they destroyed a defenseless city wary of the strength lurking in her children, the strength they know you have within.
So I say rise Japan and wash clean what wound that would be constantly rubbed with salt and laugh hard again, You are the one who gave us us Suzuki Okamoto Taro, Eiichiro Oda, and Terumasa Hino.
Fight and leave American and her accursed system behind detach from America folly and go back inwards and bring back the rails, ramen store, dango, blacksmithing, Samurai, Kabuki, paintings, tea and flower arrangement, your own clothing instead of that suit and tie, copy culture, a beggary of existence and conformity of a shame.
Bring back your lust, your arrogance, your verve, your samurai discipline your innovation your strength your fight, Bring back your military once again.
Bring back the Tomoyuki Yamashita, Admiral Tojo, and other great warriors, You who gave us Tanizaki, Ryunosuke, and Kawabata, shouting hoarse like Yukio Mishima, I say Tate!!
Bring back your sword, long sweated in age old rust, and fear of the mushroom cloud, sheated by rubble of such death by a light so bright.
Brush it up and rise up Japan, you begotten children of the moon and water, stand up again and sail the seas once more. Bring back your Navy, bring back the Japan of old, let the wild reeds run free, let the cherry blossom again.
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