Singapore

Singapore Singapore,
Clean and green.
But under that exterior,
Lies tears and grief.
Cold-blooded murders,
Here head there toe;
Body parts lying around-
Just for show.

With the General Elections coming,
Expected, are the rallies.
The politicians fight for Constituencies,
And they win, though barely.
The stakes are set,
Emotions run high.
The intense nervousness,
The results at night.

Electronic voting or the manual way,
It doesn't matter-
For it’s all the same.
You choose someone that you like,
You cast your vote,
With many other people,
In the same boat.

So this is how I see my country,
Though its not necessarily just that.
I like its tropical weather, its landmarks,
not to mention the many stray cats.
But in spite of the bad,
There's always the good.
My dear, dear Singapore?
Has delicious food.

Samantha Sng
3 Grace