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No Entry

The white sands of a beach.
With clear blue skies.
A reflection on the ocean.
No entry, private property.

Luxury homes on the hills.
Overlooking the blue ocean.
Their own secluded beach.
No entry, a gated community.

Terrace houses of medium-income.
Easy access neighbourhoods.
Crime rate on the increase.
A guarded neighbourhood formed.

What is the difference?
Only one entry in and out.
The other has multiple entry.
The privileged, the tattered looking.

The privileged with money.
In the limelight of the public.
Afraid of kidnappers and paparazzi.
Of ending up on the tabloids.

When did fear take over?
The fear of living without gates.
Of locking ourselves in prisons.
Afraid of our own shadow.

Public roads with guard points.
No entry without permission.
Halt! Security checks.
A prison to keep us safe.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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