19: Le Delabelling De La Belle

I once read a play
with characters real queer.
One of them couldn't stand labels,
she wishes they would all disappear.

She hates seeing labels so much that
she always peeled them off;
while I was learning this in Lit class
I couldn't help but laugh.

But then I stopped
when I realised something amiss,
because ever since I was a tot,
ridding labels gave me such bliss.

Labels don't bother me as much now,
and I wonder why this is so;
is it because I'm tired of unlabelling things,
and learnt to just accept status quo?

18: In the name of development

On my way to Melawati today,
I looked to my left
and saw the once-beautiful trees, uprooted.

I looked at my mom who was driving
and asked her what had happened to the trees.
She said the roads couldn't accommodate
the number of drivers;
our roads needed to be widened,
it's part of development.

On my way back from Melawati,
I looked to my left
and saw the once-glorious hills, flattened.

I looked at the notice on the zinc wall
and read what had happened to the hills.
It said the lowlands couldn't accommodate
the number of families;
our houses needed to be multiplied,
it's part of development.

"LOOK!"

Mom suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned to see what she had seen;
and saw the off-late stormy skies, clearing.

I looked at the fluffy white clouds
and the evening sun behind it, glowing summery shades.
It made me wonder: how much time
do we have left before
our heavens disappear,
in the name of development?

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080312 @ 21:26

17 : From Fowl to Foul

The whole place was packed and the atmosphere was tense;
the patrons frowned, at the limits of their patience.

Then someone heard something not exactly soothing to the ear
(the kitchen helper probably thought that others couldn't hear).

"There's not enough fowl!" they reported, and oh how they scowled.
There were some who even snapped -- words and actions turned foul!

The fact of the matter is, there was no need for such heat,
the only thing needing fire should have just been the meat.

Thus, among the lessons we can learn is patience is a virtue,
and if you don't act rationally... you'll be easy to sue ;)

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This poem is pretty much about a certain issue that just happened in Malaysia last week. It's quite a hard topic I hafta admit, but I hope it turned out ok. :P

Credits to Irin Y. for suggesting the topic! ^_^