Old soul of this city

I am the Old Soul of this City
Please don’t kill me.
Don’t break my windows
Destroy my pillars.
Where are my mosaic pavements
My picture houses with balconies
My grandfather’s house
My mosaic tiles.
My Peranakan treasures
Don’t rob my grandchildren
Sell my soul to developers
The city lights they blind me.
I am the Old Soul of this City.
Knitted together
A hundred thousand experiences.