Not a Single Cell is Mine
everything is god
except that voice
in the universe that
continuously asks
WHY, WHY, WHY
in fact you are not
even you - the physique
a panel the Almighty
uses to control 'you'
just in case you wander too far
the eyes to just tune into this realm
the channel that he allows
the ears to delve into the echo of
that distance
i envy the dog and the whale
and the elephants
but thanks god i have a nose
that swing my tongue from carcasses
and a mind that could
cross many realms
and get to the Almighty himself
though not a single cell
i can call my own
they grow and die
at the hands of SOMEBODY else
WHY WHY WHY
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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