The Hong Kong Haiku

Within the city
There is a fine kind of art
Like a child’s scribbles.

Throughout the city
There are many Chinese words
Like little drawings.

Beautiful drawings
That make up a whole language
Being used daily.

Showing impressions
That gives you ideas
Of what the word means.

Throughout the city
There are lots of graffiti
On the alley walls.

They talk of the youth
That speaks for rebellion
But silenced by fear.

Throughout the city
Quotes are held in high regard
Which inspires me.

All over this place
Taller than any other
Are the skyscrapers.

This art is unique
Like the drawings of a child
Who draws from his heart.