In the room of fighting,

I narrowly dodged a knife as a flame-thrower

breathed its scorching breath down my back.

In the room of monkeys,

A howler monkey screeched and a baboon howled. 

In the room of drink,

I reached for a can of sweet refreshing fanta.

In the room of darkness,

I glimpse at a lost fugitive, hanging out a train window

As it flew past, in a second they were gone like the wind

Leaving a yellowish glow in their mist.

In the room of starvation,

a gnawing pain was clawing at my stomach 

as my sister howled

And my mum collapsed. 

In the room of paintball,

A pellet smashed my knee covering me in a red mess

Drenched in  paint  i took up my gun shot with quick succession

Splattering my sister.

In the room of nuclear bombs

I Was flying high in the sky other hongkong.