A rambling of my thoughts in a poetic form.
Tiredness.
Weary.
The burdens that pack itself onto me.
I look on the streets,
and faces flood to me,
faces of people as tired as I am.
The number of pain,
the number of anguish,
lies deep in the hearts
of this outwardly beautiful city.
Sure... in this city,
there is security,
there is peace,
but the inner desires of the people,
it fails to provide.
In this city,
people are generally happy,
smiling,
laughing,
coveting and getting what they want in life.
Satisfied that their physical needs
are almost always met,
these people harden their hearts,
and refuse to reflect
for a moment to think.
Closing their eyes
to the world around them,
deceiving themselves that
life is all comfort for them,
these people forsake you,
of mighty lord.
And seek not to
understand the temporal nature
of their securities they rely on and stand.
My heart bleeds...
to see them... not knowing they were slaves,
actively pursuing the system,
smiling and smiling,
not knowing that the devil
had brought over their inner conscience,
by giving them no lack of physical comforts.
"Lord...lord....
we, the people of Singapore,
we are comfortable,
we have no need for you,
we do not see any pain
around us,
thank you, God, you do not need to exist.
See.... how perfect our system is,
we take care of everything so well.
From birth to death,
we plan everything,
nothing ever goes fully out of our controls.
We have no natural disasters.
Unlike America,
our murder rate is low,
we have no corrupted government,
and the needs of the majority of
us are satisfied.
Look, God,
don't you think this nation is so wise?
Look, the infant mortality rate is low.
Our economy is doing well.
Almost 100% of our citizens can read or write.
The health services we have,
are of one of the highest standard in this world.
Our country is clean and green,
and in here, if we have a will,
we have a way,
children are offered lots and lots of play,
adults... entertainments to buy their days.
From teachers, to lawyers, to doctors,
all of them are highly trained.
Look, we don't need you God,
everything we can manage on our owns.
Ha...
Ha... where is the need for God?"
My heart bleeds in sorrow and pain,
to look at the strong exteriors of my countrymen,
in their arrogance, they forget to thank God,
they have no regard for him or for his laws.
Tears fell from my eyes,
each and every day,
as I saw more and more Christians
going astray.
In a nation so arrogant like this,
why are we Christians not standing together
to fight our common enemies?
Oh Singapore, Oh Singapore,
the nation where I was born,
I cried for you, for your welfare
each and every day.
I am delighted to see peace and security here,
but sad and grieved to see the dirtiness
hidden within these.
Yes, it is true that Singapore is rich.
But that applies to those of you
fortunate to be fit.
For the weak, the handicapped, and the intellectually inferior,
do you think they are so happy
as you, my well fitting friend?
Yes, it is true that needs are satisfied,
that health care, education, justice,
we have them all done right.
But look at the people...
look at their hearts.
Broken, hurt, no sense of trust,
all these covered with varieties of masks.
My friend, my people,
wake up and see,
if we are all so happy,
why does sucidal rate increases?
In this nation,
we claimed that we have done it right,
we did it at the expense
of our unique set of individuality.
In this country, no pardon is ever
given to people
who are weak, people who are different.
In this country, where education is important,
children are make slaves,
they are secretly crying in pain.
Why do you hide their tears,
their pains,
to satisfy physical achievements, results?
Why do you not care for the inner states of
these innocent people, these naive children.
Singapore, oh Singapore,
you pride yourself as being
the world best in everything,
but in looking at the real needs of your people,
this part you score badly,
Sure, you give your people
a home, an education, a good career.
You provide them from the day
they are born to the day they die
with every thing you can.
Health care.
Education.
Career path.
None of what you give is ever
lousy in term of standard.
You give the people justice.
You give them pleasure, welfare and a reason
to be proud of their homes.
But for the person behind the masks,
you care not an inch,
you provide no aid.
For the helpless,
for the pain,
for the difference,
for the lacking,
what has you given them
except this promise,
"I shall give you success
if you follow me.
Follow me and my system,
follow the way I am.
Work yourself to dealth,
and enjoy the pleasures
you can then have,
Come on, let go of being different,
fit into the mainstream.
I will provide you success,
and lots and lots of care."
Your help is conditional,
your care superficial.
You only help the people,
who can fit into your codes and system.
You have no room for the individual,
you see people by their status.
The inferiors, the handicapped,
the stupid,
you wished they were not here.
You worship the wise,
you respect the wealthy,
but your eyes have no room for
the failures in your society.
But they are the ones I love,
they are the ones I care for,
they are the ones I want to help,
Can you hear me, my country, Singapore?
You tell me I am foolish,
You tell me I am weak,
You tell me I am too idealistic,
and will have kicked me off your protection and help,
if not for my university degree.
I live in fear of your rejection
all my life,
I know you despise the weak,
you see people by their status and what they have,
not what they are inside.
Kindness, mercy, peace and love...
have no room in times of business,
you only have them for a show,
if they cannot be shown,
they are something you cannot tolerate.
Be realistic, Jasmine, be realistic,
there are things within our limits.
Be realistic, Jasmine, be realistic,
the plight of the poor is not something
that you alone can change.
Even God helps only those who
help themselves.
Jasmine, why don't you just give up?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh................
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........................
I want to scream.
I want to shout.
AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I want to cry.
I want to howl.
Singapore,
Singapore,
why do you not leave me alone?
Why do you come
and mock me,
despise my goal?
I am weak.
I am not strong.
Though I have a degree,
I am not strong.
I understand how it feel,
to be at the low end,
that is why I want to help,
that is why I am not realistic.
I believe God not only
helps those who help themselves.
In fact, he helps those who cannot
help themselves.
Get this right, all of you.
If we can help ourselves,
why will we need God?
Why will we want him?
We can do everything we want,
and we will succeed
because we can ... help ourselves.
Those who can help themselves...
please do not think...
everyone can do the same.
Some people are handicapped
right from their birth.
Some people are born stupid.
But these people are not failures.
They have integrity, something which
neither you nor I possess or even have.
Do you know they trust people,
and do not hold schemes in their hearts.
Even though you are hypocritical in
your goodness to them,
they are truthful in their responses to you.
Please do not exploit their true feelings...
see them....
treat them...
not as dogs but men.
Do you want God,
who is wiser...
who is richer...
who is better...
who is higher status...
than you to treat you the way you
treat them, the underprivileaged?
Tiredness.
Weary.
The burdens that pack itself onto me.
I look on the streets,
and faces flood to me,
faces of people as tired as I am.
The number of pain,
the number of anguish,
lies deep in the hearts
of this outwardly beautiful city.
Sure... in this city,
there is security,
there is peace,
but the inner desires of the people,
it fails to provide.
In this city,
people are generally happy,
smiling,
laughing,
coveting and getting what they want in life.
Satisfied that their physical needs
are almost always met,
these people harden their hearts,
and refuse to reflect
for a moment to think.
Closing their eyes
to the world around them,
deceiving themselves that
life is all comfort for them,
these people forsake you,
of mighty lord.
And seek not to
understand the temporal nature
of their securities they rely on and stand.
My heart bleeds...
to see them... not knowing they were slaves,
actively pursuing the system,
smiling and smiling,
not knowing that the devil
had brought over their inner conscience,
by giving them no lack of physical comforts.
"Lord...lord....
we, the people of Singapore,
we are comfortable,
we have no need for you,
we do not see any pain
around us,
thank you, God, you do not need to exist.
See.... how perfect our system is,
we take care of everything so well.
From birth to death,
we plan everything,
nothing ever goes fully out of our controls.
We have no natural disasters.
Unlike America,
our murder rate is low,
we have no corrupted government,
and the needs of the majority of
us are satisfied.
Look, God,
don't you think this nation is so wise?
Look, the infant mortality rate is low.
Our economy is doing well.
Almost 100% of our citizens can read or write.
The health services we have,
are of one of the highest standard in this world.
Our country is clean and green,
and in here, if we have a will,
we have a way,
children are offered lots and lots of play,
adults... entertainments to buy their days.
From teachers, to lawyers, to doctors,
all of them are highly trained.
Look, we don't need you God,
everything we can manage on our owns.
Ha...
Ha... where is the need for God?"
My heart bleeds in sorrow and pain,
to look at the strong exteriors of my countrymen,
in their arrogance, they forget to thank God,
they have no regard for him or for his laws.
Tears fell from my eyes,
each and every day,
as I saw more and more Christians
going astray.
In a nation so arrogant like this,
why are we Christians not standing together
to fight our common enemies?
Oh Singapore, Oh Singapore,
the nation where I was born,
I cried for you, for your welfare
each and every day.
I am delighted to see peace and security here,
but sad and grieved to see the dirtiness
hidden within these.
Yes, it is true that Singapore is rich.
But that applies to those of you
fortunate to be fit.
For the weak, the handicapped, and the intellectually inferior,
do you think they are so happy
as you, my well fitting friend?
Yes, it is true that needs are satisfied,
that health care, education, justice,
we have them all done right.
But look at the people...
look at their hearts.
Broken, hurt, no sense of trust,
all these covered with varieties of masks.
My friend, my people,
wake up and see,
if we are all so happy,
why does sucidal rate increases?
In this nation,
we claimed that we have done it right,
we did it at the expense
of our unique set of individuality.
In this country, no pardon is ever
given to people
who are weak, people who are different.
In this country, where education is important,
children are make slaves,
they are secretly crying in pain.
Why do you hide their tears,
their pains,
to satisfy physical achievements, results?
Why do you not care for the inner states of
these innocent people, these naive children.
Singapore, oh Singapore,
you pride yourself as being
the world best in everything,
but in looking at the real needs of your people,
this part you score badly,
Sure, you give your people
a home, an education, a good career.
You provide them from the day
they are born to the day they die
with every thing you can.
Health care.
Education.
Career path.
None of what you give is ever
lousy in term of standard.
You give the people justice.
You give them pleasure, welfare and a reason
to be proud of their homes.
But for the person behind the masks,
you care not an inch,
you provide no aid.
For the helpless,
for the pain,
for the difference,
for the lacking,
what has you given them
except this promise,
"I shall give you success
if you follow me.
Follow me and my system,
follow the way I am.
Work yourself to dealth,
and enjoy the pleasures
you can then have,
Come on, let go of being different,
fit into the mainstream.
I will provide you success,
and lots and lots of care."
Your help is conditional,
your care superficial.
You only help the people,
who can fit into your codes and system.
You have no room for the individual,
you see people by their status.
The inferiors, the handicapped,
the stupid,
you wished they were not here.
You worship the wise,
you respect the wealthy,
but your eyes have no room for
the failures in your society.
But they are the ones I love,
they are the ones I care for,
they are the ones I want to help,
Can you hear me, my country, Singapore?
You tell me I am foolish,
You tell me I am weak,
You tell me I am too idealistic,
and will have kicked me off your protection and help,
if not for my university degree.
I live in fear of your rejection
all my life,
I know you despise the weak,
you see people by their status and what they have,
not what they are inside.
Kindness, mercy, peace and love...
have no room in times of business,
you only have them for a show,
if they cannot be shown,
they are something you cannot tolerate.
Be realistic, Jasmine, be realistic,
there are things within our limits.
Be realistic, Jasmine, be realistic,
the plight of the poor is not something
that you alone can change.
Even God helps only those who
help themselves.
Jasmine, why don't you just give up?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh................
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........................
I want to scream.
I want to shout.
AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I want to cry.
I want to howl.
Singapore,
Singapore,
why do you not leave me alone?
Why do you come
and mock me,
despise my goal?
I am weak.
I am not strong.
Though I have a degree,
I am not strong.
I understand how it feel,
to be at the low end,
that is why I want to help,
that is why I am not realistic.
I believe God not only
helps those who help themselves.
In fact, he helps those who cannot
help themselves.
Get this right, all of you.
If we can help ourselves,
why will we need God?
Why will we want him?
We can do everything we want,
and we will succeed
because we can ... help ourselves.
Those who can help themselves...
please do not think...
everyone can do the same.
Some people are handicapped
right from their birth.
Some people are born stupid.
But these people are not failures.
They have integrity, something which
neither you nor I possess or even have.
Do you know they trust people,
and do not hold schemes in their hearts.
Even though you are hypocritical in
your goodness to them,
they are truthful in their responses to you.
Please do not exploit their true feelings...
see them....
treat them...
not as dogs but men.
Do you want God,
who is wiser...
who is richer...
who is better...
who is higher status...
than you to treat you the way you
treat them, the underprivileaged?
