Hong Kong

The hollow grasp

Cannot last;

Their voice slinks out

From the vice-grip

Scaling itself

To avoid the usual routines

That could expose its nascent 

Dream.

It closes in upon itself

To protect each fledgling 

Rebel citizen

Nudging away the demons of

Complacency

It comes in the firing line of

Authority

Its heart has opened up 

Its vulnerabilities

Nothing can stifle

A freedom

That hasn’t forgotten

Its history.

This is the time for

Glory

The world is now just

An oyster

Freedom is pearled

Safely amidst 

Disaster.