Dream

For all that I could foresee, dream
Never too small, and none too big.
A little nation state, a minute individual
In a large world, equally perplexed.
A framework, that's what we need - a
perspective that puts us rightly where we see
who we imagine ourselves to be;
and political masters - Gods, as we call them
who in times of adversity, waves
a wand that casts magic
upon the dissident, the coffeeboy, the public servant, the banker
clown on the streets, entertaining
disgruntled families with empty pockets
but smiles put on, their faces lit
as the tune blasts the surreal skies of ruby
and a crescent made of ivory.
Majulah Singapura!