Because if you do, who or what will remain
to write of our legacy, to determine
how we helped Singapore refer
to the right words in the pages of the
Albatross File papers, to ensure, without prejudice
that we did the right thing, always and questionably—
that by deciding we were not abusive without checking,
we just were not ever going to be.
It’s not like I don’t have an identity;
I do. I know who I am, honestly.
I am the country.
I am the land.
I am justice, and progress, and —
well. Some things are always in a process of evolving, and becoming
me.
You know, there are spaces for everyone to escape reality
and try again; it’s called destiny.
There are spaces for people to make mistakes with
democracy
and spaces for people to forget what
equality means;
that’s why we execute people with very little regard for
empathy.
Or as we call it, life expectancy;
what did you think he was going to do, anyway?
Grow up and become a minister?
As if we might share a story or value or relationship or
ego-pattern
in any kind of way.
As if tomorrow would ever become
today.