Hong Kong ’19

Cascade of tears
and a river of blood
stains the bustling streets
that once were so serene
Semblance of liberty
gone in a glance; a snap
Delusion, fancy—a lie!
It comes, it goes
like the passing rains
and the fleeting winds
Something wicked
comes from the north
Ravenous beast devouring
your right to cry, to be heard
without repression nor oppression
You are
to be crushed beneath its heel
to be devoured and digested
and made a cog in the machine
Future foreclosed
A generation mourns and weeps

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