My Lady, Lion Rock
Surely the green hills
That lay around her feet
Are watered daily by tears she sheds
As she gazes out towards the South China Sea,
Forever seeing this foreign city on native soil.
Are our souls too much sold
Than to find salvation or enlightenment;
Or something of pitch and depth, at least
Something more than daily work,
Weekly drunks and monthly bills?
Oh Lady of Lion Rock, whisper softly
And awake the cockatoos and kingfishers.
Call them and their many splendored colours
To carry our burdens upwards, dissipating like smoke.
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