A year-end poem highlighting the plight of Hongkongers as the Communist Party ups the ante in throttling One Country, Two Systems…
The sword of Damocles has dropped,
As our crown jewel is being robbed;
"One country, two systems" is no more:
Proletarian dictatorship is crushing through the door.
All hail the pitch-black sun at noon;
The wheel of fortune has gone out of tune.
Big brother has bared his fangs:
"Whatever I say is law, thanks!"
While the Brits have long kowtowed,
And Mad Donald praises Emperor Xi out loud;
Hongkongers who don't want to be slaves
Should call out those bloody knaves….
Our top officials who grew up drinking local water
Have delivered the SAR's freedom on a platter:
In the name of fealty to the northern authorities –
In reality for rich spoils and assorted briberies.
There is a special place in hell
For traitors whose conscience is an easy sell:
They've testified that deer are horses;
They'd steal and kill for the big bosses.
Millions are now left in the lurch:
Praying for a miracle in a beleaguered church.
Five thousand years of culture is at stake:
The Party has dressed up the nasty and the fake.
So that was the year that was:
Never thought Hong Kong would be so star-crossed.
But we shall put up a ferocious fight,
Firmly believing that might can never make right!
If Hong Kong independence is a bridge too far;
Independence of mind is why we are what we are.
Science and democracy we shall never forsake,
As fraud and sophistry will never make the grade!