Bloody Sundays
Paperwork filed and flyers made
The letter of objection we await
Appeals are made, each time denied
Yet still we walk, no fear, no heed
We raise our hands with peace and love
And turn our backs away from strife
We share and run and laugh and cry
Teenagers on streets forever young
In darkness they watch in dismay
Black clothes they don, with gear to match
Onto the streets they steal like dogs
And pretend to laugh, rehearsed and sly
Their plastic lines soon give away
Who they are - as cops by day
Cover blown, they only but grin
Unleash their claws and famed batons
They see one standing by the road
Swift and quick arrest they make
In boy’s pack a sharp pole they stick
Beat to a pulp, bleeds the boy’s brains
To the station impenitent they chase
And fire away, no questions, no jest
In game they hit and blood is shed
A tooth falls out, hit-points they gain
Down the stairway down they go
Following like mad dogs gone rogue
They take their gun and fire again
This time point-blank, as close as one
The final blow they deal with care
A bullet shot aimed true with flair
An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth,
Yet sadly neither eye nor tooth would ever grow again.
©bluebellz (2019)
Disclaimer: All events described are (painfully) inspired by true events which took place in Hong Kong on 11 August 2019. This depiction, though by no means comprehensive and cannot be regarded as a complete representation of the truth, tries to remain as faithful to the truth as possible.