My grandfather always used to say
to write a good scholarly paper,
you need to keep your chest bare
and free from projection;
to detect a good traitor,
you need to refine your flair
and your sense of dedication.
You need to be a lion dancer.
You need to paint over their claws
with a Dreamtiger's approbation.
You need to teach others
that their voices matter.
You need to instruct your students on freedom.
You need to show disdain where disdain is due:
you mean you hold high office,
but have no idea what to do?
It's okay. Me neither.
But that doesn't ever stop making it true.
That doesn't ever stop making you the highest standard, the widest boulevard, the man in the arena
The boy-girl that you once knew.
The soldier who knows who his duty is to.
The young Kristang leader who knows and lives every single one of his beautiful and deeply loved country's
virtues.
If only that were true for you too.
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