Protesters face tear gas in Hong Kong (Song Bilong/The Epoch Times)Three Poems for Hong Kong Protesters, Moon Festival, 2019, by Damian Robin The Society September 13, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Human Rights in China, Poetry 2 Comments The Moon Festival, also known as the Mid-Autumn Festival, is a traditional holiday that celebrates the Harvest Moon (the full moon nearest the Fall Equinox). Through Mists of Tears The moon shines sharp through mists of tears, Gas, thick bullets, shields en masse. Socialist police bring fears: A preview that may come to pass. A moon cake crumbles on a plate. A seismic knife cleaves a crevasse. Two systems meshed in one net fate. A wider view fills Heaven’s glass. Party Terrorists Disguised and tooled-up army terrorists Floor trapped citizens and lash their wrists. Police in protest clothes mash down the young: Trojan houseflies on a honeyed tongue. Wild triad sticks swish tee-shirts wet with cries, Innocents in subways caught by spies. At pressure points sit Hong Kong socialists Ticking wishes on the Party list. We Watch the Chinese Communist Party Watch Hong Kong The Party lines up troops Who itch and sweat. They know that armed-up numbers Are no threat. They can’t hold promises Unless they’re yours. To break your laser spirits They break laws. A fifty year change-over Was the quote To keep your currency And let you vote. They’ve strung up candidates With Party spam, Hold puppets miming sheep Led by a Lam. The commerce you create They syphon off And force-import their damp And sicking cough. You put your bodies On the border line— Draw blood between the beast And what will shine— Between democracy And dullard hate— Between old decency And dragon state. Your voluntary, focused Bravery Breaks through the teeth Of dragon slavery. The good are charged inside With saving souls That will extinguish All the dragon’s coals. Our eyes and bones are far From Hong Kong streets, But mentally our shoulders Feel your beats Defending freedom of The civil mind, Protecting both yourselves And Human Kind. Damian Robin is a writer and editor living in the United Kingdom. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses C.B. Anderson September 13, 2019 These escape me. Hit closer to the bone, lest I despair of meaning, home alone. Reply D Robin September 14, 2019 Hi CB — the three pieces above link strongly to the deception and brute force being applied to pro-autonomy protesters by the authorities in Hong Kong. And also to the muscle-flexing by the Communist Party’s People’s Liberation Army (PLA) near Shenzhen about thirty miles from HK on the Mainland. The demonstrators are mostly young and all have smart phones that they use to video and photo huge swathes of activity on the streets. As the demonstrations have been going on for over three months now and the images are posted mainly in Chinese to mainly Chinese language sites, the volume and confusion of the images is vast and overwhelming. Hard to filter but easy to get the impression of blood and injury on young people in tee shirts defending themselves with umbrellas against marshalled squadrons with batons, tear gas, heavy-duty shields, body armour used as weapons, water cannons, and even revolvers pulled out of holsters and pointed at protesters, as well as longer hefty guns that I don’t know the names of, and tear gas canisters shot straight in people’s faces. There is a lot of incriminating footage and reporting on the police in riot armour as well as black uniforms and blue shirt uniforms. The police also dress in the attire of the protesters that was, at one point, made distinct by thousands wearing black tee shirts. Through photos, the faces of individuals in the CCP’s People’s Liberation Army have been matched with those in HK Police uniforms and also in disguise as protesters. CB, I wont go further at present as I don’t know if you have ticked the box to get replies to this post (or others on this SCP site). I’ll wait your nudge to tell me if you want to get more of this riff . Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour 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.