The candy-cane stripes mingle freely among the
Saffron-clothed C moon and fourteen-handed star.
They swim navy-like in the blue.
The reds and whites alternate
Till the states are properly represented.
They ask of nothing more, nothing more.
What does it hold? What does it teach us?
The wild history of it roars and thunders
Like a hurricane that never stops.
But it did. How did we overthrow
Something so mighty, so white
As an unstoppable hurricane?
And the purpose of it all? Freedom.
Freedom and independence. Two righteous
Morals so hard to obtain.
At what cost did we attain them?
Bloodshed, shrieks, lies, torment and tears.
It was all worth it, love, all of it.
When Jack finally crawled down the beanstalk,
We never flew higher, braver or breezier
With such dignity and unfaltering spirit.
We have come so far to this place, this place
Where hatred shreds to little warm hearts and people
Are just people no matter how colourful they are.
We’re a rare hybrid of ethics: the sarong-laden man milking the rubber tree
Is no different than the blackened faces down in the tin mines
And the ones that hand-built the train tracks, woody and sturdy.
Seven chants of it that fateful afternoon
And we cried knowing, knowing we have made it.
Toiled sweat never tasted sweeter. Merdeka!
Most of us laughed and rejoiced.
Some were heard wailing and flying off to where
They rightfully belong. We don’t want you here. We never did.
The dove’s free now,
Free of thick metal bars
That caged it for centuries and
It flies now, wings spread into
A feathery horizon, windily flapping back and forth
Into a new world, a new promise called Malaysia.
Shalini Nayar
© 2002
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
The candy-cane stripes mingle freely among the
Saffron-clothed C moon and fourteen-handed star.
They swim navy-like in the blue.
The reds and whites alternate
Till the states are properly represented.
They ask of nothing more, nothing more.
What does it hold? What does it teach us?
The wild history of it roars and thunders
Like a hurricane that never stops.
But it did. How did we overthrow
Something so mighty, so white
As an unstoppable hurricane?
And the purpose of it all? Freedom.
Freedom and independence. Two righteous
Morals so hard to obtain.
At what cost did we attain them?
Bloodshed, shrieks, lies, torment and tears.
It was all worth it, love, all of it.
When Jack finally crawled down the beanstalk,
We never flew higher, braver or breezier
With such dignity and unfaltering spirit.
We have come so far to this place, this place
Where hatred shreds to little warm hearts and people
Are just people no matter how colourful they are.
We’re a rare hybrid of ethics: the sarong-laden man milking the rubber tree
Is no different than the blackened faces down in the tin mines
And the ones that hand-built the train tracks, woody and sturdy.
Seven chants of it that fateful afternoon
And we cried knowing, knowing we have made it.
Toiled sweat never tasted sweeter. Merdeka!
Most of us laughed and rejoiced.
Some were heard wailing and flying off to where
They rightfully belong. We don’t want you here. We never did.
The dove’s free now,
Free of thick metal bars
That caged it for centuries and
It flies now, wings spread into
A feathery horizon, windily flapping back and forth
Into a new world, a new promise called Malaysia.
Shalini Nayar
© 2002
