by Chua Han Au
lullabies can no longer soothe the savage spirit
mellifluous voices of nightingales in dusk
this wearied system can no longer work on grease
covered with rust and birthmarked with gashes
pain and torment act as choric commentators
days better not be enumerated like a chant.
strapped to a time bomb. fettered by
driven by trepidation. slapped awake by ambition!
there was once, when consolation and self-denial were ridiculously apt to justify the vacuum of supposed compulsion
now nights are not a sojourn of solace
no time for classics
decreed for determination like an industrial machine
morally, mutiny is perceived as a violation of law
but now, one whose defiance will not face any punitive measures.
for nature will brandish her lashes when time comes
Procure the accolades
lest you regret,