Hong Kong is burning

I never thought I’d jot down this line

I’m blessed with prescient gut feelings

Only this time am not sure “blessed” is the right word ;

Hong Kong is burning

I now live close to bullets, tear gas and street fire

I should have foreseen all of these

Only this time I really want to allow myself to be surprised;

Hong Kong is burning

I always resist saying it out loud

I’m sorry to report dear folks

Only this time my heart is a burning, burning cold.