I know. It reduces your existence
to a negligible sadness,
a sense that you all you fought for
didn’t really matter.
It may not have,
but that doesn’t mean you have a new chance to impact
a population that really, actually, has had a very long chance to reflect
on your madness, and what drove you to destroy so many facts
about just how fucked up you were.
Just how fucked up we were,
not so very long ago. So little has survived intact
of your abuses. Your uses of people,
and your storied, terrifying misuses of the words “good” and “evil”.
I’m tired.
You can deal only in what is real
with me,
or you can leave it all with me, and be gone. Keep what you failed to heal.
Keep what you still deny,
and keep what, every day from every Singaporean,
you are still trying to steal.