Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 64

The Drums of Utopia
Harrow International School Beijing, Xiang, Jonathon - 13
My clothes were soaked with rain of sadness
So, let it be
My hat was blown away by the wind of anger
So, let it be
My throat was dried up by the drought of fear
So, let it be
The name “Homo Sapien” meant something
So, let the drums of unity beat
Sun pierced through the cloud as the bells of springtime ring
The howling wind blew under the sky in blue
But most importantly
The city was wearing the robe of happiness
Gender wasn’t blocking the door
Age wasn’t tiring down the bridges
Even nationality wasn’t building walls
Let the paints of culture blend into a magnificent artwork
As all kinds of people sits in the table of brotherhood
So, let the drums of unity beat
People walked down the streets as the bells of trolleys ring
The taxis speeded under the placards in attraction
But most importantly
The city was taking the bag of innovation
The mountains were flattened
The valleys were exalted
The seas were frozen
Let the Lego bricks of ideas build into a gigantic bridge
As all sorts of ideas hold hands together around the camp fire of mastermind
So, let the drums of unity beat
Boxes were delivered in ports as the bell of cargo ship ring
The subways rumbled under the traffic in action
But most importantly
The city was wearing red shirt of economics
when poverty burned in to ash
when difficulties of sea transport get perished into dust
when the tax gets reformed
Let all routes of trades converge together in the crosswords of goods
So, let the drums of unity beat.
By that we shall achieve greatness
By that we shall live in a utopia
By that we shall earn the name of “homo Sapien”
By that we shall enter a new era of the history of humanity
It should bore into your minds like worms
By the sound of a beat
The greater bay area will lead that the world into the lights of our destiny
So, let the drums of unity beat