His begging Uncle asking for money

His body thinning from famine

His labor abandoned

The uncle sat

In the house

On the ground

In the dark

Around his starving family

For nothing

The house, a crowded place, filled with slaves

Smelling of opium

Filling your lungs

Spending without care

Containing too much land

Abusing women

He wanted

To become rich for himself

To produce above the normality

To make a name for his family

To have the best in the land

These are Wang's wishes