wehttam
you branded me today
you stripped me naked
rubbed salt into open wounds

calling names
draftspeople/architects.
nerds/computer analysts.
book keeper/accountant.
we love branding people.
we love categorising people.
we love names no more.
yet we look up meanings of names.

you wished.
many atimes.
our names are what our parents wished we are.
the blatant truth,
we are not even remotely close to what we are named.
look up your name today.
i dont think you lived up to it.
our parents wished.
you tried.
you nimrod.

your tongue.
i still find it ironic.
how we can create weapons of mass destruction.
when we already possess a greater weapon.
a weapon that inflicts more than physically.
the tongue.
words kill the spirits.
the spoken word when not processed through the mind
burns.

grandpa, you made history.
images of your shop
greeted me from afar
i was brought back
to the yester days
by the modern day mammoth

grandma, you carved me.
so many ifs and thens.
unsurmountables, we wished.
wished you were here.
hoped you are there.
i dont really care,
cause you have always been near.
nearer than a breathe.

hakkas.
its in my blood
its in my veins
jews. settlers.
never stayers.
rather strayers.
constant flux and motion.

ah ching sok.
i saw you online today.
aged. skin wrapped over bones.
weathered grey white hair.
someone posted a picture of you.
cause you became a part of history.
a fixture of yester day.

advancement is rude