hong kong is dead––
time to hold a funeral
when the freedom
of the sweet harbor city dies
the hearts of the people
swoon––
their brains turn
suddenly
to stone––
the people promised a covenant
with great china
are shackled
to the earth as slaves
in disbelieving horror
for centuries & dynasties
the peasants of china
starved––
for now––
enough food, new shoes,
cell phones & squawking
monitors––
gifts of
education, technology,
wealth & trade––
the citizens of hong kong
long enjoyed these practical things
& much much
more––
their souls were lifted
by the blazing torch
of freedom––
freedom liberates
the voice and raises
the heart––
freedom seeks
the truth, speaks
its mind & bucks at
tyranny
mao zedong was
a leader & a god of force––
xi jinping is a dictator
& a megalomaniac of desire––
he wants every heart & mind
in china, from tibet, mongolia
& hong kong,
& eventually all human kind
to crouch terrified
beneath the black shadow
of his thumb
he wills to steal
the breath
from every living
voice
yet he fears
the shadow
of pooh
why would a hu-man
will to contain
the freedom of the world
within himself?
why would any
individual yang
dare to imbalance
the tao?
that man is
falling
downward &
downward––
lower & lower––
maybe it’s time
to hold
a funeral