Malaysia - August 2015

Malaysian's live under the khatulistiwa. Our weather is either scorching or pouring, and in both our spirits endure. But in that resilience we have perhaps allowed ourselves to be taken advantage of.

Fumes of sinking airstrips, 

Tears of fallen planes,

Lost on pirate waters,

Lost on burning trains,

People are left adrift,

Men gone overboard;

Earth and sea violent,

Princes keep their hoard.

More than entitled sorrow,

No more Enough or Okay;

For the children of tomorrow,

Where is the voice today?

Author's Note

Malaysia is going through so many problems these years, Political corruption, financial crisis, aeroplane crashes are just the start of it. And there is an infuriating frustration within me. Not for what is going on, but what little i can do to change anything. but i can do this.

Reviews

[FaeryQueen]

i love this! i feel sooooooooooooooooo saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Marie]

Well, this fine country has had its share of problems. You have described them with insight and sorrow. If the poem can't change anything, it at least shows what's going on.