Fearless freedom, within the beautiful blue sky, as the beautiful birds soar and freely fly. Could there be crooked crocodiles or ruthless birds of prey beneath and on the surface of the calm waters and space?
Don't forget, this is uniquely Singapore! Men-in-White and Wolves-in-White are similarly everywhere, every time. Are our calm and peace, progress and prosperity real?
Everyone loves calm, peace, justice, freedom and happiness. But with MIWs in power grip greedier and tighter, more callous, more heinous, more ruthless by the day, Will commoners' contentment be real, a dream or nightmare?
If after so many years past, and our national pledge is nothing but just an aspiration, a bombshell hurl'd by the Father like suicide terrorists, upon the mesmerized masses, unaware of the lurking danger, wherefore is our inspiration?
If after 50 years of nation-building, the Little Red Dot is anything but still not a nation, another bombshell cast again by none other than the Father upon subservient souls, oblivious of their lives and limbs, what for we sing the national anthem and do national service?
If after existing 50 years, for all intents and purposes, as an independent country and the whole wide world knows, Singapore is but only a mere city, not a country, albeit a city of possibilities, a garden city or coming sin city, a third bombshell cast also with all intents and purposes, by another respected man of law, a long-time incumbent, a later legacy of the British Empire, where then is our country?
What are we living for? What are we fighting for? What are we defending? What will we by dying for?
What then is our nationality? Where then is our country? Where then is our home? Where do we belong?
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Where Do We Belong?
Fearless freedom,
within the beautiful blue sky,
as the beautiful birds soar
and freely fly.
Could there be crooked crocodiles
or ruthless birds of prey
beneath and on the surface
of the calm waters and space?
Don't forget,
this is uniquely Singapore!
Men-in-White and Wolves-in-White
are similarly everywhere,
every time.
Are our calm and peace,
progress and prosperity real?
Everyone loves calm, peace,
justice, freedom and happiness.
But with MIWs in power grip
greedier and tighter,
more callous, more heinous,
more ruthless by the day,
Will commoners' contentment
be real, a dream or nightmare?
If after so many years past,
and our national pledge is nothing
but just an aspiration,
a bombshell hurl'd by the Father
like suicide terrorists,
upon the mesmerized masses,
unaware of the lurking danger,
wherefore is our inspiration?
If after 50 years of nation-building,
the Little Red Dot is anything
but still not a nation,
another bombshell cast
again by none other than the Father
upon subservient souls,
oblivious of their lives and limbs,
what for we sing the national anthem
and do national service?
If after existing 50 years,
for all intents and purposes,
as an independent country
and the whole wide world knows,
Singapore is but only a mere city,
not a country, albeit
a city of possibilities,
a garden city or coming sin city,
a third bombshell cast
also with all intents and purposes,
by another respected man of law,
a long-time incumbent,
a later legacy of the British Empire,
where then is our country?
What are we living for?
What are we fighting for?
What are we defending?
What will we by dying for?
What then is our nationality?
Where then is our country?
Where then is our home?
Where do we belong?
By 'Green Peas'
8 November, 2009.
Singapore.
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