Hong Kong police and American rioters on the attackPoetry on Riots Across America and Communist Takeover in Hong Kong The Society June 7, 2020 Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Human Rights in China, Poetry 2 Comments A Riot Limerick by Joe Tessitore The Most Evil has cast the first brick And his antics make decent folk sick. Though he rant and he rail His best efforts all fail— He’s in fact the Most Impotent Prick. To the Hong Kong Police by Damian Robin Outstanding. Where do you go now? ___You’ve draped your bloody garments On glassy views from Ap Lei Chau ___and tear-gashed eyes of students. Now pose for Vogue in grey and black, ___accessorise tomorrow. With Party pushers at your back, ___dissolve in virus shadow. Protesters walk in skimpy gear, ___are standing proud for basics. Not rioters, they’ve made that clear ___with life-affirming tactics. You don’t have many wounds to lick. ___You’re bought the best protection Against the tee-shirt crowds you kick ___but not COVID infection. You’ve lost your popularity, ___all sense of what is decent. Your move to immorality ___was reckless, rank, and recent. You were good once but turned with time, ___submerged in mainland power. You’ve sprayed Hong Kong with sin and crime, ___the Party’s acid shower. Before you pose in black and grey ___in numbers on the increase, Look to the Fa (or ancient Way) ___or you’ll become a sheep’s fleece, Your hair torn from your homeland’s source ___the scalp of Party scalpels, Poor simulacra of dead force ___in death mask smiles of numb-skulls. You’ll soon be swamped with mainland men ___who’ll take an HK office. You’ll still be wanted now and then ___but they’ll control each crisis. You stand out now but where to now? ___Your garb will turn to remnants On minds passed Mong Kok and Macau, ___on human life’s adherents, On all the world, both young and old, ___alive or yet to feature. This Hong Kong story will be told ___though you still lose your future. Ap Lei Chau: A residential island that this part of Hong Kong 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 firstname.lastname@example.org. 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 Margaret Coats June 7, 2020 Joe, bravo for the limerick. The initial couplet is so very good in itself–but carrying it further into the lighter limerick rhythm helps relieve tension, which is something everyone needs. Damian, you have some fine lines on both the protesters and the police. “Not rioters, they’ve made that clear/With life-affirming tactics.” “You’ve sprayed Hong Kong with sin and crime/The Party’s acid shower.” Your technique allowing imperfect rhyme in lines 2 and 4 of some stanzas is one that I find acceptable, although it approaches slapstick and makes the tone of the poem less serious. However, that suits your overall point about the Hong Kong police. Reply Damian Robin June 7, 2020 Thanks, Margaret The wide sentiment in Joe’s true ‘poem’ can be applied to so many boils of life at present – the US, as I think it’s aimed at, Hong Kong, the CCP virus that is causing a lot of civilian aggression, the Xinjiang ‘rehabilitation’ camps and the resistance to them by Uyghurs, Cossacks, and other ethnic groups near Kazakhstan, and, getting more esoteric, the live organ harvesting in China with its refrigeration transport boxes like big bricks building up a lurid economy. There is space for a (sick) competition for the longest list of Evil’s civil repression and other Devil battles this poem can be applied to. And thanks for being gracious about the rhymes in my piece. 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.