Flags are flapping in the wind
Cheering for a special day,
But fewer flags there now are seen
A friend is leaving for Halong Bay.
A glorious city from a fishing port,
Year after year, we sing with pride.
All is traded and all is bought
Winning the games and every fight.
Riches draped on shiny glass towers
Students emerge with the highest score
Gardens first and to hell with wild flowers
All hail the miracle of Singapore.
While some rejoice and share the fun
Others hanker for Phuket’s sun.
So if cheering and singing fail to hold
Will crisis make us firm and bold?
But sinners aren’t those who come and go.
As love is lost when the mood is cold.
Shoulder to shoulder, toes on toes,
On train and bus, we meet our foes.
For gracious others we do care
But how much more do we have to share?
Struggling hard for living space
An exhausting run just to keep the pace.
Awaiting us is this wicked fate
If we keep punching above our weight.
Our inner limits, we know best
But the outer limits have not taken a rest.
The walls are listening when you beat your DRUMS
Draw no cartoons when in the dumps.
Those who challenge can take a hike
Many others are coming in.
Robots never go on strike
The Core is built from not within.
Roaring jets and polished bands
Flowing dances and screaming fans.
Dazzling lights and rainbow sparks
Pleasing the seniors and scoring marks
But what about the paint just splashed on my door?
Is this the real Singapore?
© Chan Joon Yee
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