A city laid wasted,
So much potential to be developed,
So much to look forward to,
So much love to be seen.
A city laid barren,
A diamond in the rough,
An unpolished gem,
An unsharpened pencil.
She is poised to take the world by storm,
Waiting,
Timing,
She pounces.
Now...
Imagine a city where
Smiles are prominent
Laughter is the only sound
Joy is the only feeling.
Imagine a city full of
Polite people
Respectful people
Helpful people.
Imagine a city that
Treasures its youth
Opens its eyes
Unplugs its ears.
A beautiful heart of fire,
Burning the wooden spears,
Evaporating words made of water,
Cremating enemies.
All the while,
Boiling a sparkling broth
And protecting it.
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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...
