A Million Murders

“London is such a great place. Malaysia has no great monuments. What a lousy place Malaysia is compared to all these great European countries.”

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 Enter:

A Million Murders

Smooth, soft, silk robes of royalty—

Sparkling, shining jewels of majesty—

Grand and great the riches uncoil—

Stones and steel rising from soil.

The coloured peoples gaping in envy

wishing they could be the whites in jealousy:

Oh, if only we had such beautiful buildings

Oh, if only our country was as inspiring.

Yet, in the ground, a buried irony—

For azalea red runs blood and ruby—

For beneath the stoic, impassioned gargoyles—

Behold! The tears of those who toiled.

Their monuments built with Asian antimony—

Their statues and artifacts, African ivory—

Their advanced machines by Eastern oil—

A thousand thefts, a people despoiled.

Smooth, soft, silk robes of royalty—

Sparkling, shining jewels of majesty—

Grand and great the riches uncoil—

Bones and steel rising from soil.

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 Is London really such a great place? Or shall we settle for our beloved thorny, but yet succulent Malaysia?

As published on LoyarBurok.