Ni Howdy

Before the banners flew,

Before the Tung Republic rose,

Before the world would learn the name Of the one who stood

above them all… (shhh)

There

was simply a boy.

Not yet a leader.

Not yet a legend.

But somewhere between two worlds,

he found a home.

American Chinese. East in his blood,

West in his soul,

two distant

worlds somehow making one whole.

He carried ancient stories beneath a modern sky,

With mountains in his memory and freedom in his eyes.

One side whispered “你好,” The other answered “Howdy,” Two worlds in one

heartbeat, and somehow he wore them proudly.

He walked through life with an accent of his own,

A little bit of Beijing,

a little bit of home.

Golden horizons meeting open fields,

Dragon dreams dancing underneath American skies.

And when the world asked,

"Where do you belong?" He simply smiled and carried on.

Because he wasn't half of anything—

he was all of both.

Then one day he looked toward the western sky,

Stars above him, destiny passing by.

He raised his voice beneath the stars and said— “NI HOWDY.” And

the whole world went silent.

NI HOWDY (howdy) From the East to the West,

Two worlds in his heart,

Two worlds in his chest.

From ancient traditions to freedom's great song,

He carried both worlds and carried them strong.

And beneath that red,

white and blue—

“GAWD BLESS AMERICA.”

But somewhere beyond those distant shores,

another kingdom waited for its doors.

For the American Chinese boy would someday become—

THE GREAT LEADER OF THE TUNG REPUBLIC.

But legends aren't born beneath golden crowns,

They're forged while the world tries to hold them down.

He learned from the East,

he dreamed like the West,

and every contradiction became part of his strength.

The dragon taught patience.

The eagle taught flight.

One taught him where he'd come from,

the other where he'd fight.

And with every sunrise,

the boy disappeared, while something far greater slowly appeared.

A vision. A banner.

A nation in his mind.

A republic waiting for its leader to arrive.

Perhaps that was his greatest gift:

Not choosing one world and abandoning the other—

But standing between them and saying,

“Why choose?” (why choose?) For he was Chinese beneath the stars,

American

beneath the sun, and Tung beneath the banner that would one day

unite them as one.

Then came the day the banners finally rose.

The crowds gathered silently.

The wind began to blow.

And there he stood— No longer simply a boy between two worlds.

He was the architect of his own.

The Tung Republic emerged from a dream once small,

and the American Chinese boy stood before it all.

He looked toward the horizon,

where East met West in gold,

And whispered one final time— “Ni howdy.”

Then he raised the banner.

And with a smile: “GAWD BLESS AMERICA.” The past behind him.

The future ahead. And the Tung Republic beneath his feet.

He was once American Chinese.

Then he became Tung.

And somewhere between

the dragon and the eagle…

a legend was born. (shhh)