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
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