All-in from today’s grave drudgeries and exertion,
I find myself dousing in sweat and mystification.
Whether to let laborious life leave and pass me by,
Or do something prolific, allowing my wits to fly.
Tips on shift, eyes on probes and a spirit in zeal,
I chose the latter, free as a whip on a sturdy drill.
There I sat on my snug, supple seat with prowess,
Watching my core’s identity ceased at its best.
Don’t you flicker; you might fail to spot it.
For the seeds chose to grow backwards; thrash it.
Under solid ground’s undue plates of tectonic,
Didn’t even bother to kick and reach the cosmic.
If to live the telltale of the country’s liberty,
Fought its way out of deprivation for a family.
Today, a mother’s mourning for a daughter,
For she has a sprout inside her without a father.
If only Cinderella’s redeemer with a wand is real,
I’d like to play plain pauper so I’d have a wish with a seal.
Not for me to enjoy the fab and glam till midnight,
But for my roots to trace its roots till it’s on clear sight.
Abashed, those who vow to protect the land!
Abhorrence! Those who float with the sand.
The every denial and word is like a bell,
Wasted the blood in you, into the depths fell.
Gone are those who dreamt for us to be free.
I beg you in the name of the pearl of the orient sea,
To seek for yourself and be jovial of who you are,
No longer the perplexed, dreary disparaged star.
Believe in the power of today’s minds in synergy.
For a fruit never falls far from the its tree.
It’s never too late to make history up to this day,
Or else, for the rest of our life it’s Moanday till Shatterday.
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