Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020 | Page 27
Poetry – Group 5
A Quiet Night in the Greater Bay
King George V School, Magno, Joaquin – 16
The cities of the Canton tongue, be my
And our collectivised defence of what
We’ve gained. As three unite in natural bonds,
In common speech, in common blood; ahead,
Our glory lies. No gods, no kings, just us.
Our monetary might, our Party’s eyes,
Our conquest of our luck and fate. I pray;
“Prosperity will come, our future safe.
Great wealth will come, right here, right here.”
We’ll loose a flood of light in the Zhujiang.
With belt, and road, eviscerate a place in our
Republic, to amaze, impress, perfect.
My love, it goes to you, the Greater Bay.
I lay beyond estates that shine with sins
Of powers that became and befell us,
Of ships, and vice, and five gold stars, on red.
I rest below the sea, in blessèd dark,
No memory, no recollection of…
Regrets. To rip a seam between, across
Four Olds, three peoples must evaporate…
Collectivised. An April rain falls from
The Heavenly Palais. Is it of jade,
Or is it of your tears they left ignored?
Guanyin, the merciful, the purifier,
I ask you, bless the shores of green Lantau,
Lest only thoughts admire the sight of it.
Beneath the bridge, a cord, betwixt three pow’rs,
It dims. Yet still I wish to stay right here.
A night, ten oceans away,
The Delta’s child, led astray.
Iridescent street lights blind me,
All my love, Greater Bay.
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