Poetry on the Mass Protest in Hong Kong The Society October 9, 2014 News of Note, Poetry 4 Comments Waiting at a Bustop Under an Umbrella By Damian Robin The pro-democracy tear-soaked bud could burst into a petaled flower flood. Protesters gorged the city like a sea and said they’re not against the CCP, that foreign power just a march away. But that had been a public holiday. Will central shops and businesses agree? Now holidays are over there’s the fee for rent and wages, power, overheads; and with no customers this payment spreads, for how can customers come in and spend if the city centre’s one dead end? And, yes, they’re paying for police to wait. And just how long will foreign powers wait? Damian Robin is poet living in England. He works for an international newspaper and a bilingual magazine. He lives with his wife and three children. He is winner of Second Place in The Society of Classical Poets’ 2014 Poetry Competition. The Umbrella Revolution By Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei “If it continues, the consequences will be unimaginable…” —The Communist Party-run People’s Daily A written placard states, in Mong Kok district in Hong Kong, “We can’t accept Hong Kong police becoming the Gong An,” the mainland Chinese Public Bureau for Security, that operates unfettered—absolute authority. One also sees on Sogo Corner down in Causeway Bay, amidst the neon lights where neat protesters’ posters say: “Do not repeat June 4th,” a ref’rence to the crushed revolt, Tiananmen, a quarter of a century ago. What chance does the Umbrella Revolution have against the heavy-handed hailing of a Party that’s incensed? Th’ Umbrella Revolution: Autumn 2014 By Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei Ten thousand or more demonstrators occupy the centre of Hong Kong. With plastic raincoats, masks, protective goggles, and umbrellas, they defy the growing rays of communist demands and tasks. Against the vetting, they protest with love and peace. Like freedom in the middle of a storm, they bask. But haters of democracy don’t ever cease. They wait as well, for their own moment in the sun. They wait to take their city back, to clear their streets. They wait to burn away the filth with gas and gun. They wait to shine on this charade, to flout the sky with clouds of pepper spray that sting the eyes and tongue. Deafening Silence By Evan Mantyk Deafening silence from the West Echoes on the streets of Hong Kong Where people’s voices manifest, Protesting against all that’s wrong. The demented communist beast, The world’s enemy not just theirs, Cannib’lizes them at a feast Eaten on rising market shares. To the East, raise your heart and voice! For storied good, lend them your hand! It is the time to make a choice, It is the time to take a stand! Add your hand to the umbrella, Support human rights in China! Evan Mantyk is an English teacher living in New York. Featured Image: A large number of pro-democracy Hongkongers lights their phones in the night air of Hong Kong, on Oct. 4, 2014. (Song Xianglong/Epoch Times) Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 4 Responses james sale October 9, 2014 What a rhyme: umbrella/China – love it! Reply Reid McGrath October 9, 2014 As people in a deep dark cavern will flicker their lights when they are lost or trapped, having fell in, their energy all sapped, protesters in Hong Kong, with time to kill, flicker their lights for all the world to see. Their faces say it all. It is so sad. They say help us. Don’t ignore us. It’s bad. They seem to look out at us for some key we wish we had to save them from their plight; and yet their courage and their bravery and all of the light, white, and their white light, is seen by some; namely is seen by three poets: Robin, Mantyk, and Bruce Dale Wise who won’t give up until the Commy dies. Reply Li "Web Crease" Du October 19, 2014 On Gloucester Road: October 1, 2014 Beneath the concrete structures and skyscrapers of Hong Kong, like magic, people in a crowd lift up their mobile phones, turn on their lights, and hold them to the gods of freedom and democracy, a strong-honed message held on high in hand. Its beauty is spectacular, a river flowing down the sidewalks and the streets, the bridges and the landscaped ground, its wavelets scintillating in the city’s night-time air, a healthy inspiration, a Pitié-Salpêtrière, exploding forth with justice, like gunpowder in a war, or nova in the cosmos starting from a white dwarf star. Reply james sale October 20, 2014 Fabulous poem – subtle rhyming which I really like. 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. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.