2014 protest in Hong Kong‘Zhang Dejiang’s Hong Kong Visit, May 2016’ and Other Poetry by Bruce Dale Wise The Society May 23, 2016 Human Rights in China, Poetry 2 Comments Zhang Dejiang’s Hong Kong Visit, May 2016 By Li “Web Crease” Du “But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain’t going to make it with anyone anyhow.” -The Beatles, Revolution Zhang Dejiang, the Communist charged with Hong Kong’s affairs, arrived amidst great discontent, as one of Beijing’s Chairs, the third in power after Xi Jinping and Li Keqiang; authoritarian, he is not liked much in Hong Kong. He doesn’t like democracy or freedoms it enjoys: Suppress the press, free speech, assembly—all unwanted noise! Security around the airport and his stay was tight; all yellow and umbrellas were removed from near his sight, A giant banner calling for the universal vote was brushed aside, along with China’s Cultural Revolt.* *May 2016 was the 50th-year anniversary of Mao’s Great Proletarian Revolution On His Anniversary By Bruce Dale Wise One week-day morning after he had eaten breakfast food, he had esophageal spasms, and did not feel good. A squeezing pain within his chest just would not go away; the stress he felt refused to melt, insisting it would stay. He activated 911; for he was feeling bad; but when his heart was monitored, the news made him feel glad. He started to relax, but still he felt jackhammer pounds, the medics put him on a gurnee, semi-lying down. Along with acid reflux, ambulance, and lots of folk, the stress crescendoed into clarity, and then it broke. Bruce Dale Wise is a poet living in Washington State who often writes under anagrammatic pseudonyms. Related Post ‘Letting Go’ by Michael Glassman The birch, the elm, the aging spruce Cannot restrain the restless roots Of saplings drawn to the silent sound Of brother’s heading skywar... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Lu Shan Cong May 24, 2016 The photo fills me with awe at the depth of human strength and resilience. that is one link to the boundless cosmos and the divine. John Lennon’s words resonate deeply within me and I feel his anger and rage. I feel it’s potency and indestructibility in the face of filth. Then the last poems starts with food and it is nice because it brings me to a comfortable setting. I am left with a good, homey feeling. Reply Evan Mantyk May 24, 2016 Really?! On your anniversary?! If so, I hope you are okay, Bruce. In honor of you, I have combined all of the letters in both of our names and composed this: Destiny be a luck weaver man! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.