With a new dawn, I open my eyes.
To contemplate paradise and
smell the scent and freshly turned soil.
Birds chirping on decade old trees.
No more a reality because we are moving towards technology.
No more will I see the generous Flamboyant;
In the name of innovation and rapid transport.
No more can I enjoy the shades of blue.
Crashing against rocks of our history.
Climate change is no doubt a reality
But losing our beaches to hawks is no myth.
No more can I breathe fresh air.
Cars are sprouting up like mushrooms;
so are toxic tenders.
Tenders paid for, from our blood and sweat.
Fear in my heart, if I voice out;
Blood and bullets are the answer.
Corpses are falling from the sky;
For no reason or so many reasons.
No more can I cherish my paradise.
In the hope of a new dawn,
I am waiting for a knight; not with a plastic sword.
Because the pen is indeed mightier.
Unfairness, corruption and tailor-made recruitments
are our breakfast.
No choice we have, with the enemy outside the door.
My heart beating at the cost of my life.
Condemned we are together.
Awaiting for a new dawn and the saviour.
I have remained a mere puppet ;
in the hands of the string master.
Security is now a joke and
Suicide is a new normal.
Awaiting for a knight while forgetting that power is in our hands.
My wake-up call with four colours is a new dawn.