Rulers of our own closed space.
Our Politics, a brand of fire.
We disagree to agree,
Finally, a consensus that we should only disagree.
Back to square one.
This, our own..
A devilishly deficient democracy.
Resembling many a high private room.
Over a cuppa, diluted much,our debates.
Oh not the atas, franchised, over-priced brew.
The Uncle-ah-kopi-KAO-Siew-tai-satu kind.
Too much happens, yet too little happens
In our Coffeeshop Cabinet,
Tucked into that safe comfy corner..
One we have come to hold dear and love.
One we must defend in years to come.