(I typed this a couple of days after the unfortunate incident that occurred at Pasir Ris station. I boarded the train for the first time in months and suddenly, I felt so uncomfortable. The fact that an accident has happened, yet here we are.
Moving along and on trains that run them over again in five minute intervals.
Sadness overcame me. And I wrote this short poem.)
Bones crushed and faces smeared
Unrecognisable yet once whole bodies
Evoke names, spirits and lives into the picture
No more voices left but silence speaks on their behalf
Premature palms but still taken away by the hands of neglecting responsibility
Youth spent fighting for the place that tore them apart
Yet the journeys of the living continues
Over their ashes and too quickly forgotten graves
Trains running over the stained unseen tracks
Again, again, again.