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When courage dies in hearts of Man
and blood is shed across the land
My God, to You I bow and pray
Be You the light that shows my way
I asked of You to save my soul
and let my blade be firm and bold
to kill the beasts that come to prey
Be You the light that shows my way
Just let me dance with all my will
to slay my foes who wished me ill
Against the odds, I will not stray
Be You the light that shows my way
Just shed your tears and let it pour
Don't hold back, your heart is sore
Release the anger! Go ahead and scream!
My friend, I know that life can be grim
Don't let the pain consume your soul
and leave you bitter and feel so cold
Do spare some time to grief, my dear
but don't dwell too long here
The dead will want you to move on
to strive until your time is gone
So cry until your tears are dry
and keep their legacy alive
Against the night
you huddled up against my chest
and begged me
not to let you go.
And silently I begged you
not to let me go.
But sometimes we've learned
how cold winter can be.
And so you retreated
back to your cocoon.
And so I retreated
to my old torture chamber.
Now don't get me wrong;
despite the best efforts
of man and beast
I still smell you.
I still smell you and I.
In a cemetery rank and old
whose church's steeple rises thrusting and bold
lie the parishioners in ragged rows
beneath the ground where all time slows..
Some alone, some in family plots
whether in cloth or coffin their shroud rots.
In their rest none there complain
for now they're free of earthly pain.
One grave marked by a field stone
not much larger than a corn pone
beside another's monumental statue
whose granite eyes stare downward at you.
My eyes open.
The deep dark, is vast and unchanging.
Memories trickle
I see nothing, fear nothing, feel nothing
Rejected by the empty sphere of Oblivion
I gasp,
for air where there is none
Consumed and fatigued.
Yet no eyes to rub.
Sentience reignited
Yet, in the weakness and forgotten muscles, the tightening fist creaks
Strength,
only in what memory can tell
Thought galvanized
From the calm of the nothing
The wind silences
* Unemployment rate lowest since 2007. But........
I was a well paid carpenter in two thousand eight
then due to the banks' mistakes
I became a victim of cruel fate
I ran the newest textile loom
zero defects was my theme
NAFTA led to my job's doom
I was a solar cell technologist
thinking my cutting edge job safe
then China bought the company...guess you get the gist
I mined coal, I sold homes, I forged steel,
the list goes on and on.....
of things the numbers don't reveal
Goodbye, Mr Lee
Thank you for memories
of the best years of Singapore
By your side, we have witnessed
the growth of our beloved city
from the old village of yesterday
to be the pride of our nation today
You have championed our cause,
leading us through troubed times.
You have strived with us for many years,
dedicating your life for this country
At the end of the line, I
don't want a big moment,
or a huge to do.
I'd like
to maybe just sigh.
Yeah,
Maybe just sigh.
I don't know, indeed,
what this whole affair
must have been like for you;
as for me it feels
like I've been pressed
under the heaviest rock.
No, I don't expect you to get it,
and I don't expect
you to understand.
Not for a lack
of ability or insight,
but because you can't walk
the steps I have to take.
The world was burning around me
where the sun revealed gory scenery
of corpses with darkened skin
with faces frozen in a silent scream.
Soldiers marching, trampling on humanity
Their blind bullets vanquished innocent lives
What is the meaning of such a victory
that was spawned out of despair and misery?
No guilty conscience, no conviction
my vision of peace distorted
like the reflection on a cracked mirror
stripped of beauty by murderers
Mother
you bore me in your womb
for nine months of trial,
waiting in anticipation
as I grew within you.
On the day of my birth,
you struggled between life and death
so that I could enter this world.
Without your love
I would never have witnessed
the sun, the moon and stars.
I owe my life to you
now until the end of time.
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