本帖最後由 鈕祜祿晏書 於 2020-7-18 00:49 編輯
My Home Kong
It's seven o'clock and I am reading Apple Daily,
taking the red line from North Point to Sham Shui Po.
Travel under the sea, nothing you can see.
Holding the handrails and dreaming of travelling oversea.
'Dododododo' and 「唔該行入啲啦！」
the sound of MTR and the coming sardines wake her dream.
I open my eyes and nothing I can see.
Hopelessness, melancholy and sorrow.
There is a headline that goes,
「你去少次日本咪買到樓loh！」 by 劉鳴煒
Ivory-towered, disconnected and obsolote OBJECTS are controlling the Victoria
they do not deserve the fragrant harbour, they do not derserve to govern.
They make million citizens to stand up and fight for their dignity.
樓 does not represent the majority of Hong Kong,
Home Kong does.
Crocodiles tears,
shamelessly self-proclaimed herself as 'Hong Kong's Mother'
「話我賣港？我點樣去賣港... 我喺呢度土生土長，我同所有香港人一齊喺度成長， 所以請大家，你可以批評我，可以咒罵我，唔好話我出賣香港」 by Carrie Lam
Tear gassed, beaten, water cannoned, murdered and dragged with rubber bullets right towards a girl's eye. HKPF wants nothing but all the protestors died.
They turn against the innoncent guys,
they lost their consciousness, their empathy and their Hongkongness.
Yes, the city is dying,
Victoria is gone,
Union Jack is lowered.
But Beijing will be dragged to hell,
we will ring the death knell
for Beijing, for CCP and for XiJingPing.
Hong Kong will die,
but we will revive.
We will strive and thrive
and we are going to shine.
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