Saturday, February 6, 2010

It has been a long time since I appreciate a poem...

Who do you think wrote this poem?

As I came to explore
I began to know more
How our forefathers laboured as they can
With their very own bare hands

So I stepped back to the past
The environment was loud
With chitter-chatter
And the smoke reaches the air

As the coolies shed their sweat
Their load got even worse
Just a pat on the back
Will overcome their fear

As the four sins continue
The secret societies find a venue
To create trouble
Maybe to make it double

Opium smoking becomes a habit
For those not weary
Health may deteriate
But never the will to create

Death houses banned in 1960’s
Then became hospices
The dying slept in coffins
To give space to the sick

The Samsui’s and Ah Ma’s
Work as they must
To take care of construction
And of course the master’s reunion

As the Samsui’s wake up at dawn
They let out a tired yawn
Rice, fish and veggie
Is all their breakfast will be

Due to extreme poverty
They celebrate once a year
With a special steamed chicken dish
They can smile ear to ear

But now times have changed
Technology is improved
Skyscrapers are everywhere
With Singapore in good care