Counting on dawn
make (insert country here) grate again
follow the money
follow dictators and despots? swallow leeches and crackpots? shrug shoulders, turn the page? shut our eyes, lock the cage? purse our lips, as if to say something real, then let it stay unsaid-unread-unfelt-uncared- unheard: thus remain unhurt: fuss is fain answered: just with pain, my word.
We fixate over fixtures, Curtains and trimmings, We measure lighting Too bright, though brimming. Lying on rugs: gazing At the sofa - genuine faux leather Hiding behind aircon double glazing Sweating, no matter the weather. Does it matter whether We own bubbles in the sky? Till we find a home We are all just renting,… Continue reading 99 red ballons go by
And so that saga continues.
Heritage. It’s the crack they dole out to cover up the cracks in the foundations, as the damp creeps up the walls and soils shift because they’ve dug too deep, siphoned too much, layered too many underpasses, tunnels and sewers one over the other like catacombs of the living dead. Heritage only really matters here… Continue reading heritage is?
See that 99-year roof above your head? Or that comfy, warm, inviting bed? Smell that heritage hawker fare upon your table? All only because things are nice and stable. Can you walk the streets at any time? Of course you can, there's next to no crime. Need to travel to your next destination? No traffic… Continue reading Quality Hotel
On every channel on every TV, tonight, (unless you have cable), you’re bound to see our aged PM, crying as he watches on his TV, his father proud, shouting loud to an expectant, roaring, rowdy crowd, some fifty-nine years ago, a simple word, full of gusto, Merdeka! Meaning “slaves now freed”. A middle finger to… Continue reading A freed slave