The flags tremble in the cold wind at half mast Standing sombrely at the edge of the central plaza Printed against deep, heavy grey skies The whole nation heaves a long, devastated sigh Today, we have lost our Father The benevolent figure that always encouraged us to soar higher Someone who built the roofs over our heads Him who ensured every one of us was thoroughly fed The face that lights up the sea of red in the National Day Parade The smile twinkling with charisma that would never fade Close at heart, distant away He sets out on a new chapter on that fateful day People come and people leave What’s eternal are the legacies that they weave 50 years back, he wept for the nation 50 years later, the nation cries for him The dim street lights The confused haze in the evening Everything is out of order without him along. Yes, he’s gone But he lives on In the Singaporean spirit.
Poet’s Note: In remembrance of Minister Mentor Sir Lee Kuan Yew (1923-2015)
Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.