Poems of a Chinese in Hong Kong

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"Broken glass in small pieces were scattered all the ground.  The so called landlord was pushed to kneel down on the pieces of the glass. Everybody shouted clapped their hands for they were afraid to be suspected in sympathy with the landlord"

KC Lee. Experiences.

KC Lee represents the freedom of a citizen of the People's Republic of China, science, philosophy, politics and psychology in the hands of the author take the form of poetry, the author from Hong Kong tells us how difficult it is to think freely in his hometown, and is an example of courage and freedom in a country in which the freedom of his citizens shines in absentia.

In his stories and in his poems he provides the information necessary to understand the advances of science and new technologies. KC also tells us the virtues of humanism, the harmfulness of economics and global politics, but his gaze always stood in China and in all the cuts that limit and condition the lives of Chinese citizens.

A student was shot 
by a police with a real gun 
What the protester has done 
fighting for freedom 
in this city 
of seven millions people 
Yesterday 
the first day of October 
Chairman Xi and his people 
celebrate the National Day of China 
The whole world had watched 
the best celebration 
that no other countries could make 
Oh my God 
the young protester is going to die 
The whole world had watched thousands of protesters 
against the Government 
at the same time 
If your conscience has not dead 
will you shed tears 
for the young man 
for the parents whose tears 
pouring down like the rain.

KC Lee. The First Drop of Blood. 2 October 2019

 第一滴血
第一滴血
警察拿著真槍
一個學生被槍殺
抗爭者做了什麼
在這個七百萬人口的城市
為民主而戰
昨天
十月的第一天
習主席和他的人民
慶祝中國國慶
全世界都在關注
從沒有一個國家
不惜代價
舉辦得天衣無縫
哦，我的上帝
年輕的抗爭者
將要死了
全世界目睹
以萬計的抗爭者
反對政府
爭取自由
與此同時
如果你的良心還沒死
對將死的學生
你會流眼淚嗎
你會對他的父母
心痛嗎

KC Lee. 第一滴血.2019年10月2日

KC Lee because of his age has already known many things from the People's Republic of China, and these things include police violence to silence the indomitable people of Hong Kong, among his dreams is the independence of the former British settler and being able to see before the death of democratic freedom established in all the institutions of China. 

When one lives under the yoke of oppression and with the tyranny imposed by censorship, writing as KC Lee does, apart from a need, needs a commitment to courage, boldness and heroics.

Heavy rain has 
swirled the whole forest 
Then it stopped 
I dreamt of my lover 
Half of my life 
has been waisted 
Time passes 
like a long long river 
flowing through 
thousands of years 
In this universe 
we are just like a dust 
Million of stars 
blink with dim light 
I have just written a poem 
to let the floating cloud 
bring it to my lover 
who has lived in the forest 
I have not been blessed 
to seek my true lover 
My Almighty God 
Will you bring me 
a soulmate 
I have been living 
like a prodigal son 
for I could not seek 
the real meaning of life 
Who am I 
I am only 
an unseen particle 
In this Universe 
together with uncountable stars 
Human beings are born 
and away they pass
Every moment 
in this world 
we leave our marks 
on the ice 
that will be melted 
in minutes 
I asked the floating cloud 
to deliver my poem 
to my beloved 
My lover asked the swallow 
to get it from the cloud 
Instead both of you 
are full of love 
We wrote poems 
shown to each other. 

CK Lee. My Love.

The author is equally committed to writing freedom and love among human beings, and although freedom in the Republic of China has never existed, KC Lee dreams of it with the same strength as he glimpses his love among the blue skies of Hong Kong.

In short, for his great handling of words in English or traditional Chinese, for his commitment and for his bravery KC Lee deserves a seat of honor in this humble virtual train dedicated to poetry. KC Lee is a righteous, educated and activist man, but before all things KC Lee is a poet and his language is poetry.

PS: Although I never usually explain anything about the image that accompanies the post, on this occasion I want to say that it is Sopelana, and the figure is of my good friend Marian, and that today, just like the love of KC Lee, she also walks among the blue skies of the Basque Country.

"Blood was slowly coming out tinted the small pieces of the glass.  The landlord cried loudly with pain.  What a horrible picture,  the rice made from the corn flour for certain could not fill our hungry stomach. We ate the sweet potatoes wild vegetables, for nearly a year we had not eaten meat. The smell of the meat came into my mind. Indeed the peanut could be made into oil but we needed the money together with the food ticket we bought the most necessary things for our whole family, we had to sell the peanut for money"

KC Lee. Experiences.

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