Monument of Spirit

Group work based on Naema Disparue: Whereabouts Unknown (A Sense of Belonging)

I wake up each morning
the same thing happens
Each and everyday.
It is recurring, just like a nightmare.
It is becoming a normal routine.

I see the kids
Fully aware of the ongoings.
My smile's a facade
A mask for all to see.

I walk around
And entered the shop
Of the one who died for me.
Though his breath is gone
His sole* lives on
It is open for all to see.

He'd live on in the hearts of those who fight
A proud monument for those who died
A simple yet complex thing to explain
His death was common, though not of shame.

I'll give up all in the fight
To rid us of this tormenting sight.
The kids, I know, can be left behind.
For now it is time to say goodbye.

3 Grace
Samantha Sng, Nicolette
Sheryl, Edna, I-Mai and Lilian

sole: the man who died was a shoemaker