We grumble at the unfairness.
Yet, we choose not to change.
We see corruptness everywhere.
Yet, we choose not to fight.
Is it fear that slay us?
We have our rights.
We know our rights.
Where is our courage?
The child in me remembers.
The unruly mob gone mad.
Of sore losers willing to kill.
Of curfew created from riots.
Do we fear a repeat in history?
The child carries those horrors.
Memories buried; not forgotten.
Is that why we walk the safe path?
What is wrong with this picture?
Our minds are locked in fear.
We are paralysed in the past.
How do we break free?
By C.E. Pereira
(8-5-2018)
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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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