when the world looks grey
and yourself playing a prey
no matter how hard you pray
the sighs are what that paid
and when the life becomes dull
and as empty as your skull
and waiting to be culled
life is a thing you cannot live without
the beam of hope hides
beneath the eyes of the spies
mourning for the brain of the wise
in front of the darkening sky
Written on 17 October 2014
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To be or not to be
That is the question
All that we yell or request or want
Is but the dream to be free
Some are far too childish
And some are bit too coward
But we are not rubbish
For you to bully and push us forward
Our city is dead
And the news is to be spread
Democracy is dead
And the news is left unread
Save us
Save our city
Save our democracy
Save our Hong Kong
Which is killed and buried and sad
Written on 28 September
When history repeats itself
When Tiananmen massacre re-happens
Portrait of Em. 