#015 Its own people...

We were outside the city hall

as thousands and thousands came along

the night was lit up by the flames

that swayed with the wind of Hong Kong..

No more crushing its own people

we spoke off all in peace

no more throwing the dreams

in the hands of mainland fleece..

But the traders of crime

had other ideas to put it their way

one threw a bottle and

the other vandalized the bay..

And so the peace was gone

but our voices were heard

only if there could be a commander

city would have left un-stirred..