No One Among the Next Leaders of the Republic of Singapore Should Be Abusive or a Pedophile

Poem in English

If you're not abusive or a pedophile, and no one is, great. As it should be.
If you are either of those two things, I would mind. Greatly. As is my fucking right after mine and my own students' very traumatic histories.
Because now I can generally tell,
no matter how confident you might want us to believe you appear to be:

I generally know a deep, bottomless internal hell
when I feel it. Never mind see it;
that's how I'm coming to know so well
who in power over Fuad and I
and the rest of Singapore
may actually have some very fucked up secrets to tell.

Who might actually have things hidden behind the doors
of their masks and images and faces and sacrilegious
hypocrisy
that are so fucking abhorrent

they make even more of a travesty of justice,
never mind peace and progress,
and democracy.

And I always forget the fifth one.
It's easily
left behind

when you have bigger things to hide;

it's not about the confidence you display,
or the people that you guilt trip to continue to stay,

but what you might know
this Merlionsman may very one day be right about.

What you might know,
which I yet do not,
would tear the world apart
if anyone ever actually were

to find out.

So, if there is a need, do yourself a favour;

I honestly don't care and have no vested interest.

But you yourself recognise when the guilt and shame are getting too loud,
and stop backing yourself into an ever tinier corner.

Before too late
becomes even more so
like now.