Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 updated for 21st Century China (and my current mood):
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Oh Great Firewall shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
No, I shalt compare thee to a thorn in my backside.
Thou art more restrictive and more disruptive.
Rough connections do shake the darling congress of March,
And 1989’s memory hath all too long a block.
Sometime too hot the eye of CPC shines,
And often is Youtube’s complexion dimmed;
And every post from BBS sometime declines,
By chance, or golden shield’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal censor shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that power thou ow’st,
Nor shall freedom brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can browse, or hands can type,
So long lives this, and this gives frustration to thee.