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gnawed at the consciousness of the obeyance
age-old, almost supernatural in its legend
but still, like the betel leaf
the feelings return do to the place
brazened like the Archipelago
the past glories are all and gone
with the last of the seafarer's sails
that decayed in these waters of thoughts
just a pebble on the beach,
stranded ashore and pulled to drown again
the currents are vicious
corroding at dissidency and loyalty alike
the age-old spirits of the sea are howling
at what we have become
doing nothing but throwing ourselves
off the cliffs of sanity the seven princesses twirl
in their healing circle our pained souls embraced
ever struggling to rise through the surge
mainstream and sidelines fading into one impossibility
to kneel before the throne of Reason
while the heart is tied to the Divine
we worked ourselves to death unsung
climbing the stairs made of human bodies
and trodden realities
orang laut pulang ke laut
orang darat pulang ke darat
endless sacrifice - democracy demands offering
beyond symbols and romanticism
in a land where the blood of birth is shed
as tears to water a dream of the family
- economy-sized and politically corrected
favourable winds do keep the veil so frail
could we face the day if it redirects?
our supremacy, minor diplomacy
thrice negotiated and nullified
by fascilitator teachers!
(22nd of March 2010)
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2 comments:
Heya dropping by. Cool, I like the elements in ur blog.
Thank you. It's a mixture of everything that shapes me into who I am and also what I feel is not right about it. I could also say that it's an impromptu reaction to the current political situations... I usually don't touch that topic upfront (never been an outspoken), but I do feel that putting it down in phrases of poetry is a way of doing things in other ways, thus that is why I cannot resist but post this in a blog. Thank you for dropping by, I've actually have not been blogging for a very long time but for this poem that I really want it to come out.
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