Is this the end?
The end of our freedom of speech?
Scrutinized for every step out of line?
Shot for every word spoken?
The end of transparency?
Everything has to be kept under wraps?
Knowledge is forbidden?
The end of our line?
The truth is suffocated?
Revolts are smothered?
Is this the end of our city?
Gone are the cheerful souls playing.
Replaced with brainwashed robots.
Gone are the banters with friends.
Replaced with single-minded zombies.
I weep for my city.
My beautiful, unique city.
Is this her end?
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A Peek of a Messed-Up Mind
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote about the things happening in Hong Kong, mainly the protests. Irregular updates. Constructive criticism is allowed. Haters are booted out. Warning: Nsfw for some politically charged content. Be prepared for a shit ton...
