In America, demonstrators protest against
democracy for Hong Kong
while waving Old Glory and the flag
of the PRC.
In China, demonstrators protest against
a communist regime
and are tear-gassed and brutalized
by their police.
Those who should know the value of democracy
and oppress it in the safety of a democracy…
I wonder if they sleep at night.
I wonder if they ever stop and think.
*Note: This poem was written in response to a demonstration I witnessed with Pro-China vs. Pro-Hong Kong demonstrators across the same street. If you are unfamiliar with what is happening in Hong Kong, here is a recent summary from CNN. Be aware that there is no free press in mainland China and news is state approved. Hong Kong officials must also be China-approved before they run for office and are largely pro-PRC.
like dust I settle and sink
mired wetly into mud
as one storm passes
another ones threatens
my sanity stretches thin
they say life is a mountain
but I find it more akin to a descending
escalator strewn with boulders
if you stand still
you might find yourself back
in the basement
and crushed under a rock
a writer pours water
into his story;
he keeps his head above it
but drowns the reader
in his stead
of a world
the mind is a fickle thing:
hope but do not always trust
in promises of the moment
the purpose of the common cold:
perhaps to be grateful
when we get well
do not let
anyone’s refusal, stop
you from doing
what lights you up;
you are a magnificent
I am not a well into which
to pour your refuse,
and your judgmental vents.
Depression is not a get out of free card.
If you did hurtful, horrible actions,
you don’t get to wave that away
by saying you weren’t yourself
and then continuing life as if
nothing had happened after you recovered.
You don’t get to look back at something
and claim it wasn’t as bad as it seemed
without losing the people you hurt.
That type of denial is hypocritical.