Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Contention
Contention oh contention, what does thou do ?
People dear people, you will crawl to me
Abundance oh abundance, what is thy fault ?
People sweet people, too much gains you naught
The parameters of supply and demand
Economists sharply watch for a chance
More sells for less and less gains much more
Excesses are very often trimmed to throw
When children gather and play merrily
Around the chairs they sing and dance
Invite one more child to join the party
Scramble and jostle beastly all at once
If Musical Chairs elicit the evil of contention
Sister game Musical Parcel neither comforting
Grab what is good and throw what are wastes
As the music hops reality embraces big mess
Wealth is good, travel and dine and French wine
Lack of needs, open hands and yes to easy dime
Economy up brings money, down hands misery
Is economy thus the football to rule a country ?
Does doubling the populace double the economy ?
Breeding contention and attrition is a certainty
To rule or be ruled entices some ugly options
Power and control exacts very crafty decisions
As excesses is the mother of extravagance
Inadequate supply is the father of contention
One produces wanton misuses the other is evil
It destabilizes the sanity of humans into beasts
Do we not see quarrels and fights at car parks ?
Are SMRT overcrowding complaints not serious ?
Is basic needs, sickness and the rain no big worry ?
Middle age PMETs losing
their jobs sorely unhappy
Why do citizens dread to step out on weekends ?
Do they drive freely to food centers and operas ?
A couple waiting years for a flat so as to marry ?
Over half of youths polled expressed migrating !
Foodstuffs
and kinds almost all are from abroad
Few days
without rain reservoirs noticeably short
Five point
three million already suffering the strain
Six point
nine million population no need to explain
Sunday, September 01, 2013
Alone but not Lonely
Sitting on the rocks by
the beach
I was alone but I was
not lonely
Small flat crabs darted
to and fro
Colours green shiny carapace
Small birds returned to
roost
Noisy bats fluttered
out to feed
The dusk dimmed the
ships lighted up
The day was ending the night
began
The breeze gently blew
my face
The moon edged above
the water
Stars began to twinkle oh
so clear
It was quiet calm and
peaceful
My harmonica played a
tune
Sweet memories of years
gone by
There were friends and
all sincere
Fond goodbyes and auld
lang syne
