The Party lines up troops
Who itch and sweat.
They know that armed-up numbers
Are no threat.
They can't hold promises
Unless they're yours.
To break your laser spirits
They break laws.
A fifty year change-over
Was the quote
To keep your currency
And let you vote.
They've strung up candidates
With Party spam,
Hold puppets miming sheep
Led by a Lam.
The commerce you create
They syphon off
And force-import their damp
And sicking cough.
You put your bodies
On the border line -
Draw blood between the beast
And what will shine -
Between democracy
And dullard hate -
Between old decency
And dragon state.
Your voluntary, focused
Bravery
Breaks through the teeth
Of dragon slavery.
The good are charged inside
With saving souls
That will extinguish
All the dragon's coals.
Our eyes and bones are far
From Hong Kong streets,
But mentally our shoulders
Feel your beats
Defending freedom of
The civil mind,
Protecting both yourselves
And Human Kind.
