Living in Hong Kong, you can't help but get caught up in the concerns of it's residents, politically, culturally and philosophically. There are the everyday mundane issues, and then the bigger life altering ones. Either way, I am inspired by this place, by Her people, by Her issues.
This poem is dedicated to Her....
"The City sits proud
She moves and She breathes
She comforts so many
She has her beliefs
Her people stream through her
Yet not able to be
They pass on right by me
Although they don't see
I touch them, I feel them
I hear their lost pleas
They feel so alone
So lost in their grief
Most hunger for freedom
As rightly should be
The City sits proud
She lives and She breathes
Her streets are so vibrant
Yet full of disease
Her neon so brilliant
Yet shadows beneath
Her shine is so brittle
For others to see
The struggle within
As She pushes and pleads
Her troubles are real
But find no relief
The City sits proud
She thrives and She breathes
The millions She cradles
Suck life from her teats
For their days to be sweet
While some souls get lost
Some forgotten, some stay
The millions She cradles
Will not go away
They love this big beauty
This place that they roam
And the love She provides
This love they call home"
- Jameel Haiat
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