Call me Xue He, or any other name
Just so long you know that our enemies are one and the same
Raise an umbrella beside me, and shout our refrain
Raise an umbrella beside me, to block out the rain
'Cause we're young and we're students and we fight for our fate
Which has been darkened by officials of late
Tell me you do not want freedom and voice
Tell me you do not want freedom and choice
They sat in a circle of tuxedos on chairs
Then they talked and they talked of current affairs
And they looked at our home: in the darkness it's light
And they looked at our home: that's why we fight
Yes, the rain makes us colder and more willing to yield
But it's too late to run from this street battlefield
If you join, no matter what, would you stand by me?
If you join, no matter what, would you fight to be free?
This our last stand, before the fire's snuffed out
Those wannabe dictators give us nausea bouts
But they could give us much more, if they break our defence
But they could give us much more, like a prison sentence
They push upon us as we try to pass
With their numbers and masks and their dreaded tear gas
Yet we will not yield, scream it with me
Yes, we will not yield, until we walk free
Call me Xue He, or any other name
Just so long you know that our enemies are one and the same
Raise an umbrella beside me, and shield us from the rain
Raise an umbrella beside me, or we will all fall in vain
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Inspiration for the poem: The Hong Kong protests.
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