Malaysia - August 2015A Poem by hanselwheresgretel?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?
© 2015 hanselwheresgretel?Author's Note
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StatsAuthorhanselwheresgretel?Petaling Jaya, MalaysiaAboutMalaysian Chinese 1990 5'11" guy who secretly writes too much. Needs a place to dump all the scribbles, so here i am. Working in Human Resources, studying for my masters in counseling psychology. .. more..Writing
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