suntec will steal your soul
with its polished floors
and marble cold
air-conditioned walkways
with underground tolls
the fountain of wealth
is waiting
to swallow you whole
it’s waiting
it’s waiting
to swallow your gold
hush now, be careful
feel the flapping
coat of the man
in the underground link
he brushes past you
rushing for his bread
breakfast for a good morning
hush now
hear those footsteps
of toy drum soldiers
walking and marching
to their desks
build your empire
with suntec but
just like that
your weekend’s gone cold
be careful of suntec
it’ll hold you
and never let go.
written 18 January 2015
Wan Phing Lim 