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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

(Singapore)

Remote Control


Cozy lounge under the neon lights
A glass of red wine after a luscious dinner
Making your night a bright
Staying glued till midnight
Wouldn’t be a matter
You’re spoilt for choices
The channels come in hundreds
Delights of plasma TV keep you stayed focus
Remote control is like kindred
Entertaining you all around
A reason to be aground


Imagine your life as a remote control
A death row convict could be on parole
A murder to be victim could be put on hold
A beggar could be put on payroll
Miss Universe could be your wife
What a life


Obviously we’re not a remote control
We’re governed by rules and regulations
Law and order
Speculation
Success and failure
Bound and bonding

We’re ruled by anarchy or monarchy
Communism or democracy
We’re known by the title we hold
The big money we fold
The fast car we drive
To rate how far we strive
Big home we lived in
To gauge how rich we’ve been


Simplicity shouldn’t be simple
Difficulty shouldn’t be difficult
Commit us to flexibility
Integrity, unity and dignity
We would lead life a plenty
With high morality
Respected by other community

Life without bias
Racism and prejudice
Is the key to peace
After all we’re from the same species
Homo sapiens

Whilst indulges to your remote control
Think about it
And commit

Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, June 08, 2011

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  • Philosophy of a DewyFlower (8/28/2009 7:41:00 AM)

    a rich content! ! ! a great figurative poem...
    I got the messages...

    Simplicity shouldn’t be simple
    Difficulty shouldn’t be difficult--> deep verses (Report) Reply

  • Tiffanie Lau (3/24/2008 9:51:00 AM)

    I love stanza two, and the last one! And i enjoy how you juxtapose the kind of power we all can yield over our lives, but the harsh reality that it doesn't really quite exist. very clever. kind of reminds me of the movie Click. thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

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