“their True Colours Are Showing” Poem by Ibnu Din Assingkiri

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From every dialects’ to sentence
There are pretty tiny differences
They are from the same origin traces

Impatient is a necessity
Be it in a town or bigger city
Cutting queues always okay
In a mall, traffic jam or highway

Beautiful name has been given
But then they change it, even
Colonial master can’t get burnt
Haunting from Anglophile urn

Blame others; except their own
Calling others classless to full-blown
Sooner or later everyone frown
Integration lost; harmony gone.