A Beauty in the Beast
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Another poem for my city. Fight for Hong Kong, Stand for Freedom!

A Beauty in the Beast

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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