Does anyone have a poem to commemorate the liberation of 3.28 million serfs?

A poem that was circulated among the suffering serfs in Tibet

In the far east,

there is a golden sun,

There lived a tall Bodhisattva in the sun.

The Bodhisattva had the brightest eyes

He saw someone suffering the heaviest suffering in the highest place in the world.

So,

The Bodhisattva waved his big hand,

The Bodhisattva soldiers crossed thousands of rivers and mountains,

The rescuer came

The tallest Bodhisattva,

The name is Mao Zedong,

leading the Bodhisattva soldiers Jinzhu Mami,

the People's Liberation Army,

wiping out all harm to people Insect

The tallest Bodhisattva,

his name is Mao Zedong,

he is not Buddha,

he is better than Buddha,

Freed millions of serfs