Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 55

“But home’s filled with hate,
For my mother died for my sake,
She’s here in this very lake.”
“Then you must stay,
For your mother,
For that faithful day.”
“ We live to die,
It’s not worth the try,
Please tell me why.
I’ll just wait from above,
Along with my mother’s love,
For the arrival of her beloved.
My grandma’s incurable disease,
Will bring her to us,
And save her hospital fees.
My grandpa worked so hard,
Used up all our wealth,
Just to remain her health.
‘Dongguan,
Known for factories,
Lowered my grandfather’s salary.
Then came that great plan,
Dongguan became a hi-tech land,
And fired that poor man.”
“How dare they do so?
For he is old?
Or just cause he’s slow?”
“I don’t want to know,
For the answer is best kept unknown,
As it’ll make me sick to the bone.
As you can see,
My entire family,
Relies on my father’s salary,
He’s a fisherman,
And again with that great plan,
The horror began.
A huge bridge was built,
Like the one we’re on,
And the fishes were slowly gone.
With each passing day,
Our hunger turns to pain,
Oh, how I hate this greater bay!’