Flowers bloomed yesterday
Now all the leaves are dead
I borrow moonlight
For the journey ahead

Mom, why do you have tears in your eyes?
Why the darkness of clouds are on your face?
Tell me, what's your worst fear?
'In your open fields and Mangrove Forests
Enemies are attacking back'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your biggest fear!

In your glory and beauty
The perverts are trying to stain badly.
'To do assaults upon your chest
All enemies are in the way'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your deepest fear!

In your green forest and salt sea
Enemies build camps and run through the around.
'They wanna chain you up'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your greatest fear!
This is the fear of freedom!

After ten years, she knocks on my door again.

I try to speak.
I want to say something,
anything,
but I cannot seem to find the words.
I didn't think I would,
or that I could,
feel this much.
All I can do is stare at this apparition of my childhood companion,
who now holds her own child in her arms.


With eyes wide and mouth agape, I finally manage to splutter out
"Welcome back."

Neon lights, pouring rain and the smell
Of ash. I missed the ferry and
Stand soaked, alone in a crowd of
People, tears hidden by the rain

I feel like a crumbling
Wall, lashed by the tempest

Take one a day and mind the gap,
the rich and the poor, the beer on tap,
stand in line, date and sign,
the Red Bull jitters, the box of wine,
give way to the left, give way to the right,
the artificial winter, the bringer of night.